"No ma'am."

D'oh!

Once Diana has recovered from her facepalm, she actually does introduce herself.  "My name's Diana Pallas, you can call me Diana; I'm a Jedi and also this ship's captain."

"Yes ma'am."

"We could really use some clothes; we only have what we're wearing."

"Yeah.  It won't be much, but it'll be clothes, plural.  I'll get them out after we're finished eating, I suppose?"

"Thank you, ma'am."

(Pradnakt has by this point busied herself preparing a couple of meals for herself and Diana.)

"It's really no trouble."

"Well, it's appreciated anyway, ma'am."

...Pradnakt is cooking?  Two meals?  But isn't Diana supposed to - well Daisy has been doing it but she derives fulfillment from the task - but - cooking - aah?  Diana is befuddled by this thing that is happening!  And also probably trapped in a conversation!  So she can't help cook the food and thereby resolve her internal crisis!

"It's the whole reason I keep that stuff aboard, really."

   "Yes ma'am."

Pradnakt looks over, trying to catch Diana's eye to emote confusion and mild concern at her.

Headshake, she's fine.  (She is not fine but it's the long-lasting sort of not fine.)

Pradnakt is pretty clearly not buying it, but turns her attention back to the food.

    "If, uh, if this is a good time, ma'am, can you tell us anything else about how resettlement works?"

"I'm probably not the person to ask about the fiddly details, because my job's mostly 'get people out', but the gist of it is that once you're in Republic space, you can apply for asylum; that gets you into the refugee resettlement program, which...uh.  Does what it says on the tin?  It helps you go get a reasonable place to live while you're acclimating - about six months of just straight-up 'yeah this is your house now', minimum, though they are pretty cheap, and then it has people who're paid to help you study something, find existing jobs that you know how to do already...Lot of them came through the same way, by now."

"I'm not sure I'm any good for assembly work any more, ma'am. They sold me off in the first place because I couldn't stop dropping things."

"Well, you won't have to do assembly work; retraining's a significant part of the program."

He looks dubious, but takes a bite of his sandwich rather than arguing.

And, Diana and Pradnakt's dinners are ready; Pradnakt hands Diana's over along with a kiss to her cheek.

!

Kiss!

Diana loves her girlfriend very much!

"What did you do before whatever happened, happened, anyway?"

(And now she takes a bite of her food.)

"I was in college, for programming. That was a long time ago, though, ma'am."

"The fundamentals probably haven't changed all that much since then.  I don't know all that much about software; I mostly do hardware, which is its own different bundle of joy.  But seriously, you'll be able to find something to do."

Pradnakt makes a fondly exasperated face at Diana for Zander's benefit and signs to Daisy.

    "She says if you'd like to retire and they aren't able to help you with that you can get in touch with her and she'll figure something out for you, sir."

        "Oh! Uh, thank you, ma'am."

Diana facepalms.

"Oh, good grief...  Sorry, I completely blanked on the concept of retirement existing; yes, there's support for that too.  Haven't looked into it in anywhere near as much detail, but it does exist."

        "That's good, thank you ma'am." He does seem rather less worried now.

"Hazards of having the sort of job that's never done; really, my most sincere apologies for the worry and confusion."

"It's all right, ma'am, no harm done."