She pauses, a small frown on her face while she gazes at him—it's definitely more puzzlement than suspicion, as if she can't quite parse what he's saying. Which is kind of true, since she's used to the dog-eat-dog fierceness of Dathomir, where strength was more recognized than kindness, and even then, kindness was usually a front for deception.

"You would do this for me?" Me, a stranger? is the implication. Sure, she knows that they're all supposed to be allies, but it still hasn't quite sunk in that she isn't an outsider—or doesn't have to be, at least.

But seriously, they just met. This generosity is just confusing her.