"A sailor?" she echoed blankly. It took her long moments to figure out where she had heard the term before, and then snorted. "I wasn't speaking of a water ship," how frivolous, who even bothered with these anymore. "I was speaking of my space ship. Travelling the hyperspace lanes in the Outer Rim." She waited expectantly for it to click.

And maybe figuring out that the lady in black was dangerous would click as well. What was the point of wearing an intimidating black robe if people didn't even care?