She couldn't argue with him, maybe Stark and the other clever ones had tried that already but there was every chance their tech might work a little better since it was designed for different ranges.
"I remember you on the HoloNet during the Clone Wars. They called you The Negotiator, unsurprisingly you were the favorite general of many an Alderaanian because of that." They would have preferred no war at all, they were a planet of artists and artisans, philosophers, general pacifists, but they'd understood the reasons for it, at least at the time. "But personally, I can't say I know all that much. We had never met in person but we had friends in common. To me, you're just a hero of the movement I was a part of. I'm not sure how much you want me to reveal, but you helped make it possible for us to destroy an Imperial superweapon that was able to wipe out life on a scale that that galaxy hasn't seen since ancient times."
She wouldn't lie to him, lying to someone who could read minds seemed like an exercise in futility, but he really didn't need every detail.
"I'm a pilot with the New Republic Navy. After a mission, I was heading back to Chandrila where we're stationed and I lost power with no warning. Drifted through space for a while, couldn't recognize anything, couldn't contact anyone. A little later I drifted into this planet's gravity and it brought me down. It pretty much destroyed my y-wing but I survived, salvaged what I could from my ship and was lucky enough to get the help of the people who were stuck here before me."