"It is a start," he agreed. "I'll grant you that."
He picked up one of the glasses, making an exception to the usual policy of no alcohol amongst the Jedi. If a toast would ease her pain and let her think that the smile fooled him, then he was willing to let it go. He sensed she was uneasy, nervous.
Angry.
He glanced at the Senator, wondering if he could sense any of this. The man wasn't a Jedi, but sometimes, good instincts made things clear.