It doesn't require a quick look into the young woman's mind to know what she must be thinking - because there are very few people who would not be thinking the same thing in a situation like this. They might have different motivations, but the ultimate thought would remain.

Revan smirks, though the expression is devoid of any genuine amusement. "Go ahead," she says, softly. "Do it. Draw your weapon. Draw it and face me."

A good duel would really help right about now. All this pent-up emotion is going straight to Revan's head. And by the Force, she wants more!