[Half the words she says to start with mean nothing to him - Taris, Sith blockade, hyperdrive, whatever - so instead he just listens to her tone and absorbs that. A good ride. He believes that it's homesickness. He believes there's affection, too.

He's not even a little bit surprised that she's amassed a following; that, to him, is only sensible when you're met with someone so enthralling. She's got a magnetic, gravitational pull; of course she had a bunch of people following her around. He'd probably be one of them; he probably is now.]

My friends on- my friends at my job were a little tough love like that too. [He doesn't want to say "the force" yet - besides, he's like, 99% sure "the force" means something way different to her. But it's really the were that trips him up, the past-tense for a community he was ejected from not by coming here to quest for but weeks before that. A group that, as soon as he lost his employment with them, turned out not to be friends but just colleagues.]

How much of your job was stealing shit from crime lords? Because that's only sort of legal. [Actually, he's pretty sure that earth laws or space laws, stealing is one of the constants in terms of illegality.]