"I should quite hope so," he says. "I'd feel quite distressed to learn that the camp were run so sloppily." He gestures slightly with his hand. "I'm not saying we should steal you one. We should get you one legitimately."

He thinks about it a moment, stroking his beard slightly. Abruptly, he asks her, "How open have you been about your prole-ish origins? If you were a Vor woman, a knife would be your right. I don't suppose you could position yourself as the nobility of some galactic empire."