He offers the datapad.

"Here. All the technical secrets of the future, in one convenient tablet."

"Excellent, thank you," she says, smiling with all of the dignity of a woman who's spent her entire adult life as a Sith. "I'll see about reading and organizing it, and figuring out what to distribute where."

... Then her smile turns slightly goofy, and she cackles quietly into the datapad. She is very thrilled about having the technical secrets of the future in one convenient tablet.

"So what's first?"

"For me to do? I - should see about officially taking a security job so I can have lodgings assured before I dive into sorting through the information. And I'll need to be a doorstop at some point to get Gelrath in here for the medical technology, he could do more with it than I could, and if I'm going to be a doorstop I might as well get it over with and get everyone I can trust in here and - and I'm terribly sorry, I'm babbling."

"You don't need to apologize. I often find it helpful to think out loud." And it's very charming when you do it.

"Certainly, but if I keep it up I'm afraid I'll ruin your opinion of me. You'll never be able to intimidated by my presence again, and then what kind of Sith would I be?"

"The sensible kind, that's able to work with people she doesn't inspire mortal terror in."

Snort.

"Flatterer."

"Uh, I should probably arrange for a room too."

"Well, you can pay for it with whatever currency you have in the future, or become a member of the staff. Security's the obvious choice, unless you're practiced enough at healing with the Force?"

"Not as much as I'd like to be. Yoda was more focused on the martial aspects. I guess because of the Emperor."

"I can basically just shunt someone into a healing trance and hope for the best. Which isn't nothing, but I don't think I'd make a very good doctor."

"I... am not confident I could reliably do that for someone else."

"I couldn't with an unwilling subject or while under too much pressure. It's tricky, and if I were to screw it up..." She looks away. "Well, I understand your hesitation."

"I don't think I'd really be comfortable doing security either. Maybe I'll just finally use that stipend they're giving me for something."

"Sure, but time's paused outside Milliways and you'll still need to pay for food, so that might shorten the time you can spend here. You could wipe down tables for a room, instead, if the stipend's not very generous?"

"That's true. I'll do that."

She smiles a little.

"Does being a Jedi pay well? I get the impression it doesn't in my time, but you did kill a megalomaniac."

"I had a commission with the Alliance I only resigned a few months ago; I was drawing a salary from that. And there were some awards that came with money. And apparently some people donate to the Jedi as charity? I think that's kept separately from the rest. Leia recommended me some accountants to keep track of it all."

"So I probably don't have to have pity on you and pay for your stay in Milliways, is what I'm hearing."

He scratches the back of his head.

"Uh, no, not really. Probably the other way around, if anything."

"Luke. I'm the single apprentice of a Dark Councilor. One of the twelve people that rules over an Empire and therefore one of twelve people that the resources of an empire is funneled towards. She likes me, and I've proven to be financially responsible. It's been years since she decided to give me discretionary funds to do whatever I'd like with. They are not stingy. I could comfortably live here for decades."

"Oh yeah. That makes sense."

"But thank you for the thought."

"A thinker, that's me."