His voice seemed to leave him at the most inopportune time, and Cavra leveled a strange look to him. This Alliance officer was like some sort of tightly-wound ball of feather yarn, like the sort that her own mother often used when sewing heavy fabrics.

Still she held close to Gantuhar.

"Zen, you are on leave and posted here?"

He looked like a shivering leaf, about to be blown from a tree by the slightest of breezes. With that in mind, the Twi'Lek opted for another approach.

"Per'aps zen, since you are going to ze Tea House, you vould like one of my potions, yes?"

"She gave the man a sweet smile.

"I have one zat vill give you ze strength of a bantha."