[Luke nods, taking out a pair of glasses. The bottle hovers over them, pouring out two rather full cups of sparkling white wine. One levitates to Adele, the other to him. Taking a sip, the Jedi pauses a moment before responding, mulling it all over in his head.

That charm gave off a small aura of power, and she was right. He could feel the gears turning in her head. Almost like it was finally starting to sink in just who he, Obi-Wan, and Anakin were. Guardians of peace, heroes from her childhood given flesh by some strange twist of fate. More than that, Doctor Law, Sailor Mercury, and a host of other strange and powerful beings all bent on ensuring the safety of their friends. She may liken herself to an ant, but to Luke she was more like a very wise old soldier.]

If its a gun you want, that's not a problem. I've found a small assortment of blasters, mostly Czerka stuff but its small enough for you if you want. I'll make arrangements for you to move tomorrow. Tony and I have managed to rig up some repulser-sleds, so that'll make it easy.

[Another ponderous sip as he squeezes her hand]

Don't worry so much. You know what Master Yoda would say.