She ought to leave it there as well. Half a dozen cutting remarks had come to mind in the space between meeting Vader and this moment, and yet none of them are what she chooses now. There's an air of resignation about her that wasn't there a moment ago. A certain sadness that she can't bring herself to name.

"He's... different than I thought," she settles upon at last, looking down at her forgotten book. She'd been incandescently angry when she'd confronted Vader, but he'd managed to surprise her all the same.