Perhaps some might've found such concern from a stranger touching, or at the very least, reassuring. Boba, however, finds it more than a little embarrassing—all the more so given where she'd found him.

"I'm fine," he says immediately. "Just tired."

Even he has to admit, though, it's an odd sort of tired. Yes, he's spent the past few days deployed, running back-to-back field missions, but that's not unusual for him. He's pushed himself harder before and he's always been able to ride out the fatigue and burnout that comes with it. Why was this time any different?

He gives a small shake of his head, frowning. He should be better than this. Without another word, he pushes himself up from his seat, making to leave before he gets too comfortable again.