Nor did I expect to be met by someone so familiar with my species. [The distant note of surprise held within Thrawn's voice is sincere; his head tilts with renewed interest, the subject of boiling swarms below briefly (but firmly) shelved. Only once before has someone mentioned the Chiss with dawning recognition in their voice, nearly seven years ago to this strange, unexpected day... how curious.

Which means that as Ren searches for answers, so too does Thrawn, laying out an easy conversational target for this curious human to latch onto.]

Most mistake my people for Pantorans— they are more common, and far more recognized within Imperial Space.