His smile freezes, grimacelike, at her cheery reply. There's something chilling about this place - these aren't at all like the suites in the Rebel Base. Oh, of course everything's nicer here, for a certain value of nice (pristine, painstakingly designed), but it all feels rather unfriendly. This isn't a place for anyone to live. Certainly not a little girl.

"Yes, please," he says softly, distracted. "Do you... have anyone looking after you?"