Ben only mildly surprised to see the new colour of Jane's saber. He had been given reports, of course, but seeing it in person was something entirely different. He feels the stirrings of the memory of the night at the Temple, and does his best to supress the answering stirrings in his own mond. He needed to be thinking clearly.

And then rolls his eyes as Jane takes off to the approaching troopers. Shots are fired, and Ben is raising his hand and sending them off into harmless directions easily. He turns his saber, defending and not attacking, and moving to try to disable this foe.

The quicker this was done, the quicker they could leave. It was getting darker.