With the look she gives him, Cal shrugs. "Not that we were there to make friends on Bracca. When the Empire took over they just wanted us to churn out what we dismantled from old warships so they could use the materials to build new ones." He shakes his head. The days were busy, the pay, not that great, but he'd had little other choice and no real place to be.

"It takes a bit of practice," he admits to Merrin's inquiry. "Tones help a lot. Like for instance, it's easy to tell if he's asking a question. I'm sure you'll be able to pick up on the idea of what he might be saying if you're around him enough."