She'd been about to move into the kitchen proper and use the distraction of making tea to pull herself together when he... Well, when he asked what he did. And yes, it very much did sound like he'd hit his head, which left her worrying over injuries she couldn't possibly treat on her own.

"It's been four standard years since the formation of the Galactic Empire," she answered, glancing back at him over her shoulder with a concerned expression. It seemed the best measurement to use when she wasn't sure of his allegiances, and most of the village spoke in those terms regularly, leading her to believe the rest of the galaxy might as well.