[ Isn't everyone adverse to the sound of crying children? He can't really blame her for that. Her smile draws one out of him, though, and her friendliness (and the current lack of crying children) makes him relax a little, most of the tension leaving his shoulders. ]

I don't know about that.

[ Could be a response to either the statement or the question, honestly—it's self-deprecating, either way. But the baby is quiet, and looking up at him with huge, curious eyes, and he can't help the way his expression softens. ]

I'm not really used to being around younglings—kids. [ He corrects himself swiftly and a little sheepishly. It's a Jedi term he didn't mean to let slip—thankfully nobody here would notice it, or so he hopes. He continues just as swiftly— ] Not many of them on Bracca—the scrapyards where I worked.