Note how deftly she dispatches the dread Sith:
How he got in the garage and what his intentions were, we don’t know.
I did point out to my young heroine that proper lightsabre form is all about slicing; to stab one’s opponent in that manner is not the Jedi way. She responded that her boyfriend’s shoestring production company doesn’t have the SFX budget to show limbs being lopped off.
So, you know. Touché.