He seemed nervous, fidgety. If this really was a first for him, as he said, then that made sense. She'd been nervous the first time, too, sixteen and newly alone in the galaxy. Now it was mostly just a matter of biding her time until she could find a way out, although she wasn't about to say that to a stranger about whom she knew nothing. There was every chance he'd yell for the stormtroopers and tell them in the hopes of it leading to some sort of leniency.

They would both be out of luck, in that case. Imperials and leniency weren't concepts that generally went together.

"If experience is anything to go by?" That trace of wry amusement, barely there but audible, was back in her voice. "They keep us waiting as long as possible. The Imperial wheels of justice—" This veered more sarcastic, accompanied by an eye roll. Justice was something Imperials seemed less interested in than leniency. "—turn very, very slowly. Then a transfer or two. Somewhere in there, you'll be sentenced. If you're here, they've already decided you're guilty."