He takes all of this in without comment. Doesn't understand much of it, but does file it away.

"A fortunate happenstance, then," he says. This planet, whatever it may be, provides opportunities that Thrawn did not have not long ago. From utter, desolate exile, to a free prisoner.

"My name is Mitth'raw'nuruodo," he tells her, the Cheunh syllables flowing off his tongue. "I'm given to believe species' like yours prefer a simpler designation. My corename is Thrawn."