For half a second, she contemplates declining the offer, but then that second passes and she offers her own cordial smile in return along with the small bag. "Thank you," she repeats in an echo of her previous words, grateful to have her hands free. There's nothing of great value in the bag, just the clothing and supplies she'd acquired in the days since her awakening, and so it will be no great loss if something happens and they are forced to leave it behind or use the bag as a weapon or shield — he will likely be the better of them to be making such a decision.

As she starts toward the exit, Padmé wishes she had a blaster at her side. Years of war have left scars on her as well, and her propensity for peace is presently overshadowed by a deep-set fear and need to survive if only to finally have the answers she is so desperate for.

"You may call me Tsabin," she tells him after a moment, rationalizing again that using their true names would not be a wise decision in their present circumstances. He likely knows who she is and they do not need that name heard by the wrong ears. "How can I address you?"