"It had better be taking us back home, whatever it's doing."

It's a good thing he does catch himself, though, the near slip earning a brief look from her as she continues. She's used to the Imperials correcting themselves around her these days, and maybe it's that little reminder of home that lessens her frustration, just a bit. After all, even his accent is....

"At least their technology is a far sight better than carbonite," she muses, more to herself than to anyone else. Not that she's ever experienced it herself, but having seen the effects more than once, she can't say she ever wants to. And for a moment, she looks almost curious as she looks up at him again, and asks, "And what of you? Where do you come from?"