"Not even you?" he mocked. "It would be wise to eliminate that self-absorbed attitude of yours quickly."
Self-absorbed attitude? Why, I ought to...There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no emotion... Taking a deep breath to calm down, Statira watched the Twi'lek cut the door open. Oh, kriff! Why didn't I think of that before? I had believed it was some sort of test for Padawans and Masters alike, but I guess not... Her cheeks flushed red.
Once a gaping hole was all that remained of the intricate lock mechanism, Statira stepped cautiously forward to peek inside. So far, all that she could see was darkness, and all that she could smell was the musty air of long-forgotten space.