Peter and Thea
Peter smiled and couldn't help but wonder how old she was. She didn't appear to be jail bait but he had no idea what the age of consent was on Naboo. He also had no idea why that popped into his head before he even said hello to her. It had to be the brandy. Had to be. At least he was going to blame it on that.
"Peter," he said. "nice to meet you. And yeah this stuff is pretty brutal. Although considering it's made by eight foot tall wookiees, I guess it would have to be. Probably takes a lot to get them drunk." He wondered if he should offer Thea some but she looked awfully tiny and he was half alien so maybe that had something to do with why it wasn't affecting him that much. Aside from thinking highly inappropriate thoughts about someone he'd literally known for a minute.
"How long have you been here?" he asked. "I don't think I've seen you on the network. I've been gone though. I work on the ship," Peter nodded in the direction of the Banshee. "We haven't been back on Naboo that long."