"Tatooine, huh? That explains a lot. You're a farmboy," she grinned at him. "Basically there are three types there. Hutts, criminals and moisture farmers. You're obviously not a Hutt, you don't strike me as a criminal so that makes you a farmboy."
Mara laughed. "At least you don't have to farm moisture around here. There's more than enough water. Except we can't drink the ocean water. There's a lake and a river though.And someone rigged up plumbing so we don't have to go to the bathroom in the woods."