There was a knitting of her brows as she watched him, uncertain as to what was happening with him, although to say he looked down was an understatement. She had always been good at reading people, something that did help her as queen and politician, and that something was troubling him and on his mind seemed quite clear. What it was, she didn't know, nor would she press if he told her to leave, yet nothing of the sort happened.

While she had been going to comment on the first statement he made, the second one did draw Padmé up short. There was a mild look of surprise, but given everything that happened on this ship, it wasn't quite as broad an emotion as she might otherwise give. That he knew her name might mean that he was from the same galaxy she was from, or that she had met someone on board who had spoken about her.

With a softening smile, she nodded her head. Yet, even so, a curious expression was drawn on her face, something flickering in the back of her mind that she just couldn't quite place. Had she met him somewhere before? There was something familiar about him, but no memory came to mind. "Padmé Amidala, yes."