"Thanks, although to be honest, I wish I'd made myself just a little taller, but what can you do?"

She looked around the now empty hut, trying not to wince at the memories his questions beckoned. She'd done well enough steering the conversation around and away from things, but here they were back at it. Pain, anger, if she were a Jedi, she'd be screwed. Obi-Wan she wasn't and never would be.

But she was a big fan of the truth so she decided to tell him. "I was baiting a trap and needed a good cover. The handsome bar owner with a side PI gig is a good one for me."