“I think you’ll find we’re not the only ones to think so- ..but it’s stuck, I suppose. Like a pet you named as a small child, only to later regret it just a little.” She grinned. So, it could be worse, but Leia would forever hold to the fact, that it was really, quite a terrible name. But when the young woman commented it reminded her of something that her father might, in some way make similar choices, it sparked interest. “Oh?” Leia gave a small breath of a laugh, a touch amused. “Why’s that?” She couldn’t help but be a touch curious about where the woman had come from, and that would be a small indicator of her world, really.
“Dust.” Leia repeated, with a further curiosity in her tone. “It has something to do with ..protection?” She supposed, given she referenced there was less need for it, with little fighting. “And you’re right- it’s quite peaceful here as you’ve been told. But we have been met by conflicts beyond the doors, now and then-” Leia shrugged gently, in a manner that meant she understood, as best she could anyway, it was hard to be away from things familiar, and known - especially when they involved one’s safety, if that was what this was about. “You might-” Leia did voice. “There was once a door that led to my homeworld- but, it’s ..close on a year and I’ve not seen it since- and I’ve not really heard of it happening for many others, I’m afraid.” There really was no way at all to predict these doors, and she understood the frustration.
“What’s more likely is- the fact this ‘..world’ or whatever it is seems to have the ability to make gifts appear for it’s residents-” Yes, it was all very strange and odd sounding, and the sentience behind it was sometimes disturbing. “We’ve never really understood why, or how- but sometimes they may be items familiar to one's home- I know I’ve received more than one item that’s come from my world in my time here. You might find the same happens to you.”