He smiled softly. Whatever else this girl might be, she knew which way the political winds blew, and seemed at least a little keen to ride them to their best end. He had taken her for no more than a refugee with a unique skill set, but perhaps there was more to her of interest than the fact that the Force would not touch her.
"Perhaps," he answered, coyly. "Perhaps not. Would it interest you if that's where my loyalty lay?" He tilted his head, watching her closely. "And what can I call you, skin changer?"