Milliways: the bar at the end of the universe. It's a bit crowded today, with a group of brightly-colored lizard people taking up several of the tables in the main bar and a more usual assortment of patrons scattered densely around the rest of the room - well, except for by the fireplace, where one patron is being given a somewhat conspicuous amount of space - perhaps it's the intimidating all-black outfit, or the way she's muttering to herself as she reads from the book she's holding, or the almost feral way she looks up when anyone in her field of view moves too quickly, but no one seems to want to get especially close to her.
"All right." And back she goes.
The subsequent conversation is short, and the Sith spends most of it squinting contemplatively at him. "She says you can come and talk to her, if you'd like, sir," the droid eventually reports.
"How much did she - explain - about the situation?"
She's definitely having trouble talking.
Slow nod. "I have some weird dream related magic, it allows me to create a pocket dimension with non-magical objects of my choice."
"There are others like me, including my brother, he is testing how the pocket dimensions interact with Milliways."
She considers.
"Could - improve my saber, right materials. 'S... not really the problem, though."
"Freedom. Place've my own. Not - " she looks up at the crowd, for the first time since he's been watching her, and her pupils dilate and her breath deepens and she tenses, just a bit, giving the impression of a cat watching a squirrel just on the other side of a window; it takes a moment for her to snap herself out of it, and another moment to speak again. "Not that."
Felix looks around. "You don't want people around? There are probably three ways I could give you that."