"No, not everyone sounds like I do. We all have very differing dialects." She said with a smile, the tear spilled out of her eye and down into her hairline then. She did not want to cry.
"Oh, I loved my work, I loved helping people. The people who were after us were terrible, horrible people. They kidnapped my kind and put us in a cryogenic stasis, experimented on us and left us there to wither and die. My organization fought them off, then helped them find a safe haven, a new home." She suddenly thought of all the people out there who would suffer and die because she was not there. Then the heaviest hit that rocked her world was the one that made the tears fall even more and she couldn't stop them. Her family were out there, they could be dead or worse, captured.
"I am sorry." She nodded at his comment about finding a way to leave. "I would greatly appreciate that, Obi-Wan. Here I am a mess and I should be comforting you, you just got Here and you must have lost family, friends, a wife maybe or children? Possibly a cause, I am so deeply sorry Obi-wan that I am the one to greet you and here I am the one who needs consoling. She sucked up her pain and anguish and put on the bravest fact she could muster.
"I want to help you, if I can...I really do. You remind me of someone...so regal and kind." She bit her lower lip to stop herself in case she began to ramble.
(OOC, hi honey, I do dearly want to continue this conversation. I am sorry it took so long. If you want we can start a new thread, to continue it?)