[Curious. It's not at all like the Force. Maketh lifts her mug up for a better look, examining the barrier. She gives it a tap with her nail and then nods. She had seen the Inquisitor deflect blows that should have killed him, but never create something exactly like this. It reminds her of a shield-generator, except that this is made of magic and not technology.

Maketh lowers the mug and meets his eyes.]

No. Not bad at all. My world has technology that can achieve similar means, but I have neither the equipment nor the engineering skill to make it work here.

[Hux might be convinced to aid them, if she words it properly. He's an engineer with the talent to back up hi arrogance. Much as Maketh hates him, she admits his use.]

I would, however, like to finish my coffee.