Issan gave a slow nod to his explanation. She let silence reign for a beat, enjoying his discomfort all too much. Her Force sensitivity felt a little of his tension melt away, though only fractionally.
"Sleep can be a fleeting thing, especially in the depths of space," she agreed. "It's so difficult to be sure when to call something day or night." It was as much explanation as he would receive toward his unspoken question as to why she was prowling the halls herself at this hour. She was certain he could deduce, from the sparse clarification, that the idea of avoiding others was the same reason why she was in this particular area of the ship. Either way, it would be interesting to see if there was something of a brain occupying that shell of a helmet.
"Structure is a very valuable thing," she continued. "I suppose it's a good thing that you found yourself in the employ of the First Order... ?"
She paused, glancing down to his chest and frowning. "This is so awkward without names. What's your designation?"