She wishes she had brought the Sceptre with her - she might have caught him unaware, perhaps even drained him of his force-energy; left him helpless. That would have been...sweet.

"One would hope," she said, with a growl, "less sanctimonious, then. But also...less powerful? Let's test that theory, shall we?"

And then she lunged out of the shadows, blood red lightsaber igniting in a moment and swinging hard at his head.