Wince. "I'm sorry."

"It was worth it."

"I don't doubt it. But still."

"Yeah."

She awkwardly raises her hand to do something - pat his shoulder or his hand, maybe, but then hesitates and lets it drop.

"That, uh, got a little more depressing than I meant it to. Sorry."

"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."

"Still. That was kind of not what I wanted the point of the story to be."

"It's okay. Sometimes stories get away from you. It happens."

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."

"Will the doctor get here first?"

"Probably, unless he gets distracted by something, which is likely."

"The bar's not going anywhere, I guess."

"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."

"What would he get distracted by?"

"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."

"Aha."

"Very good at his job, though. Which is why I hired him."

"That much goes without saying."

"I'm flattered that you have such trust in my administrative abilities."

"You are very competent."

"Thank you, I try."

Smile.

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.