Mildly relieved that he hadn't managed to make it any worse, Zohvin answers with a, "Why not?" He cups his tea in both hands, settling in to tell a story or two. Perhaps a distraction would work a bit better than platitudes, and he doesn't mind spending the time to do it.

"There are cities that cover entire planets, in fact. But if you want to hear about one that's profoundly worse, let me tell you about Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon controlled by the Hutt cartels..."