Tysy deactivated her sabers and lay them crossed at the mechanic's feet in a formal gesture of surrender--that of a Mandalorian, not a slave or a coward. "I accept. I also have one request of you, not that I'm in a position to demand anything. If I'm going to duel this threat, this Dark Side marauder who thinks she's Light, then I'd like to have my lightsabers upgraded. I...was never much for repairing things," she mumbled softly.
The Exile turned to the rest of the crew. "I apologize. My passions overtook me."