"From what you've told me of the people so far, I believe that." Liriael stepped through the irised door, and down the gangway from the ship onto the hanger floor. She paused to wait for Caine, and squinted at the Naboo sunlight. She could have stood for some rainy day fresh air. She was not much for the sun as it was, and it showed in how pale she was. "You have a whole society of people afraid to die. I don't think I would do well there."
Obediently taking a deep breath of the air, and reluctantly admitting it did feel good, she said, "Was he a friend, or enemy? And did you have a hand in the destruction?"