[Her eyes remain fixed on the helm, though she winces slightly at Boba’s retort. Orphan. That word cuts even more deeply spoken aloud.

She glances towards him at his apology, a small, rueful smile on her face.] Hey. I can take it. [He’s angry. She can understand that. She turns back towards the window.] I would’ve come for you sooner, but… after what happened on Geonosis, there wasn’t word of any children among the captured. [Her gaze remains fixed at the empty space outside the helm, smile already gone.] I thought… Well, you can probably guess what I thought.

Should’ve known you’d make it. You’re Jango’s son, after all.