[She's not stupid enough to leave the weapon within his grasp. It's the only leverage she has in this entire situation. However, being forced to her knees changes her center of balance and makes it really obvious the difference in their strengths. A part of her hates him for it, irrationally, but she can control herself enough to get out of this.

She just has to remind herself that she's dealt with worse.]

Well, seeing as how I need to defend myself, having a weapon only makes sense.

[She really wishes she could manipulate matter with the Force the way the Jedi can or that she had a lightsaber. That would be lovely right now.]

If you'd be so kind as to finally let me go, I might be sorry that I shot you.