"Seven of Nine, an interesting moniker. A designation?" Vader offered in that hollow voice, staring at her through the dark lenses of his helmet, trying to get a read on the girl that was obviously far less emotional than most humans. He wondered if she was more robot than human at this point.
He looked at his body, "It may have been wise to have left me dead, I am a dangerous individual," He admitted, scared that the Dark Side would eventually take hold again. It always won out, it would seem.
"Though I suppose appreciation is in order for your work. Should I have a chance, you will be amply rewarded."