Well, she'd laughed and actually didn't seem to mind that he might have gotten it wrong, so Sidon felt a little bit better about that much. And that a good number of them were on Nar Shaddaa, a place that hadn't exactly seemed like a particularly kind and lovely place in the bits and pieces he'd picked up about it so far. If one was to wind up locked up somewhere, six times alone, that did seem like the type of place it would happen.

"Then the sisters one," said Sidon, with barely a beat between her prompt and his response, because he really didn't need to think about it. "Again, with these sorts of games, the lie is much easier to make when involving a number. I've gotten Master Skywalker on that one before."

And he believed without a shadow of a doubt that Vette could have been employed as an assassin. Clever, competent, fierce. She knew her way around weapons and enjoyed using them. Around when they'd first met, she'd told him how she'd sought out artifacts stolen from her culture to return them to their rightful owners. And he could only assume she hadn't had the easiest time getting from who she was when they were hatchlings to who she was today. It didn't take a very long stretch of the imagination, really.