The words are expected and yet they still take her aback. Governess, as it she were being taken to care for children. Her children perhaps, who were alive and safe... but who she couldn't see because of the risk to that safety. Every day without them is agony, exacerbated by the loss of her husband and made worse still by the state of the galaxy.

Even breathing hurts some days.

"I am," she confirms, knowing it isn't necessary. "Thank you for escorting me." That is necessary, for the sheer fact he's risking his life for a stranger. If they were caught... Steeling herself, she straightens her back and picks up the small bag she carries. Her tone is casual but dignified, not quite business but not friendly either. Respectful, for he deserves nothing less for all he's doing. "Please, lead the way."