It's only misery when thrust upon you. [ There's an almost smile on his face, just a lingering ghost of a grin as he pivots his body so he's fully facing the other. ]

Where I come from, where all of my kind are, there's a veritable amount. It shimmers as it falls, and it's quite beautiful. That type I don't mind getting in my hair.

[ When he leans in, it's almost conspiratorial. ] If I had to pick, though, I'd choose this mess-- [ he lifts his blue and black hair up ] --over being eaten, wouldn't you? I just don't want to give the droids the satisfaction of knowing that.