The change in her has him shifting a little where he sits, uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her need to preserve. It isn't the best memory, though it's probably a great example of just how bad his decision making can be.

"Wasn't exactly a scheduled stop," he manages, meeting her eyes before turning his attention back to slowly unraveling her hair. "I was... I was running spice with a Togorian named Muuurgh when we got hit by pirates. He was hurt, and Alderaan was the closest safe place to set down."

The truth is awkward, but he's not about to lie.