"But you<em>worked</em>for the Hutts. Not even one Hutt, but many, if I understand you correctly. Mercenary, you led a priveledged life among those who work for Hutts, one that only the best smugglers, bounty hunters and mercenary troops can manage." Xiann smiles wistfully, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs, carefully arranging her dress again.<br/><br/>"Don't mistake me; I like the<em>idea</em>of freedom, but it's scary. I don't want to dance for a few credits, to struggle and have to worry about how I'm going to eat...but I just don't understand what it is you think I can do for your resistance. Am I to dance the Empire into collapse? Seduce every last Imperial Officer? For what?" Xiann just shakes her head again, "I just don't know...how am I supposed to<em>be</em>free? Can you help me to learn to do that?"