Still imbued with the Force and feeling almost girlish, Kreia forced herself not to flinch when the cloaked woman murdered the poor local. A rogue Jedi, she realized. With the murderer's attention drawn to her vile deed, Kreia hardly needed as much as a wink with the Force to tear the woman's mask of, and, with ridiculously little effort, she twisted the blaster to face the woman's head dead on where she held it in a firm grip, along with the rest of the murderer.
'Fire a blaster at a Jedi, would you, silly?' Kreia smiled at the woman who tried hard but could not move. 'Your trigger finger is free to move. Go on, let's have a blast.'