[She follows him onto the light rail. She sits while he stands; regardless of the strategic benefit or lack thereof, she’s tired. She leans her head back against the window behind her, finding some comfort in feeling the thrum of the engines against her scalp. Her eyes go to the man when he speaks.]

Upright bipeds are the easiest for me. Human, zabrak, weequay… you get the idea. [She chuckles wearily.] Or maybe you don’t. I keep forgetting about the “different universes” thing. Basically, the whole “two arms, two legs, one head” pattern works best. [She glances towards the empty sleeve at her right.] Well. Worked best. Unfortunately, I’m bound by the same rules as the rest of the galaxy. I can’t create new matter, so when something gets cut off, it’s gone for good.

[Her gaze goes back to him.] I didn’t get your name, by the way.