Kioet to Nimalf: "I know a stalker when I see one. You're movements were just far too obvious, that mechanic suit doesn't have any oil stains on it, and it doesn't even fit you properly."
*Kioet glances at the tracking device that Nimalf put on the ship*
Kioet: "At least you know how to conceal tracking devices, normally one wouldn't be able to see that, but being a trandoshan, I have good eyesight."
*Kioet helps Nimalf up off the ground*
Kioet: "So, are we going to follow him or what?"
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.