"You're that slave girl, right?" he asked, waving his fork towards her with a knowing look.
"I've heard about you from the A-wing pilots" he said before putting the fork back in the food and smiling.
"Nice to meet someone with a slave past. How long have you been around on the Arrow?" he asked and took a bite out of the food. It was unusual to find a pilot who had been a slave and it was ever so pleasant to share the stories of escape with someone. And the sharing of pilot mission stories was just as pleasant. Everyone in the Rebel Alliance had a reason to be there, or so they said, and the former slaves were usually the minority of them.
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan