He likes seeing her perk up and lean in to share about herself. It's ... not that there aren't people where he comes from who are optimists, but it's not really the mentality of most of the sentients around him. His associates back home, apart from Chewie, are all different shades of crooked. They greedy. They're mean. And they don't talk about the future like it's full of promise and opportunity.

It's kind of ... refreshing in a way. But it also vaguely reminds him of Bria, which has him reaching for his drink and taking too much of a sip at once. For a few seconds he feels nothing, but an overwhelming pain in his temple that has him wincing. Ugh. This drink.

"So for now you see the military thing as a ... wait, did you say seventy years? How long is a standard year where you come from?"