At a bar beyond the end of the universe, a young blond man sits sipping a bluish drink and watching stars explode through the window.
She awkwardly raises her hand to do something - pat his shoulder or his hand, maybe, but then hesitates and lets it drop.
"Luke, my life universally improved upon becoming Sith. My life as a Sith has not always been pleasant. You don't need to apologize to me for being depressing because awful stuff happened, I understand."
He smiles.
"How much longer do you think it will be until your teacher's available?"
She considers, and floats over a stray datapad to check its chrono.
"About half an hour until I can contact her, and then however long it takes her to discreetly get here."
"If he takes too long I'll call him again and remind him. But no, it's not. And if I need breaks from being a doorstop I can just go nap in the bar."
"Someone asking him a question about medical minutiae. Someone with interesting biochemistry wandering into his field of view. That sort of thing. He is the sort of person that needs someone to steer him occasionally."
She smiles back.
Then she returns to Milliways weirdness documentation. She's just about done, there's not a ton of information to compile. She just wants to have it all easy to read and with little expanding subsections giving further explanation should Occlus (or anyone else) want it.
He's very sweet, and she appreciates him very much.
The door to the cargo bay is near the landing ramp, for the simple reason of practicality of cargo movement. So when the landing ramp's attached airlock open, Luke and Callida can both see a slightly annoyed middle-aged human emerge, open his mouth, and then completely rethink whatever it was he was going to say upon seeing the bar instead of the cargo hold. The annoyed expression vanishes.
"Okay," he acknowledges, after a pause. "Very important, yes, all right."
"Hello, doctor," says Callida, smiling a little. "I apologize for the interruption, but yes, very important."
"Is this his fault?" asks Doctor Gelrath, pointing at Luke. "And are my samples in there going to be okay because some of the things in there are incredibly irreplaceable -"
"They're fine, this door is just borrowed for a little while. You should be able to get to the cargo hold's contents via the other entrance. And no, it's just a random phenomenon."
"Oh. Good. Hello."