[Revan idly dusts her hands while she watches the brief show. Relaxed around Arturia, when offered the staff, she instinctively calls on the Force, and the makeshift weapon jumps the distance into her hand.]
Thanks.
[Revan spins the staff to test the balance--it's far from perfect, but she's not expecting more from what amounts to glorified firewood--and drops into a combat stance to try a few passes herself. Her technique is a little odd, roughly what you'd expect to see from someone who's used to a weapon where she can't touch most of the length.]
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Thanks.
[Revan spins the staff to test the balance--it's far from perfect, but she's not expecting more from what amounts to glorified firewood--and drops into a combat stance to try a few passes herself. Her technique is a little odd, roughly what you'd expect to see from someone who's used to a weapon where she can't touch most of the length.]