Kioet to Bartender: "Ok, thanks anyways. I'll just sit down at a table, and wait for a Jedi to waltz in, when he orders something, tell him I have something that may be of interest to him."
*Kioet walks away from the bar, and sits at a table in a corner of the cantina*
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.