[ In case she'd notice, he has his own lightsaber—a long, silver double-ended one—clipped to his belt, pendant against his hip. Even in the Horizon, he still isn't dressed like a Jedi at all—except for that lightsaber. ]
Tell me about it.
[ His tone might be light and breezy, but he really means it. He spent five years on Bracca, all but cut off from the Force, not daring to even touch his lightsaber, let alone practice with it. Rusty doesn't even begin to cover it. He thought he was going to die.
He turns his attention to the cluster of droids next, his expression brightening. ]
Who do we have here? [ First things first, he wants introductions to all the droids! ]
it's all good!
Tell me about it.
[ His tone might be light and breezy, but he really means it. He spent five years on Bracca, all but cut off from the Force, not daring to even touch his lightsaber, let alone practice with it. Rusty doesn't even begin to cover it. He thought he was going to die.
He turns his attention to the cluster of droids next, his expression brightening. ]
Who do we have here? [ First things first, he wants introductions to all the droids! ]