Yeah. Makes sense, I guess.

[ either cathaway or prince sent them word of the hosts that would be coming, or they'd picked it up there and programmed the data in on the way. so there's nothing really surprising about it. sam's just being fucking weird, but at least he gets that now, and can calm himself before he starts trying to chat up the next droid they find on the street.

lords, anders, handle yourself.

thankfully, Hux provides more relevant conversation, and Sam's blinking a moment, before his mind catches up with everything. right. the histories, the aliases, with the company and all. ]

I didn't really know much about this kind of set up, so I just asked for a random one. [ better to have someone familiar with all this give him something than sam try to muddle his way through. undercover ops was never a thing he did much of. he was a freaking star pilot, and a freedom fighter before that. come on.

he touches the ear piece attached to him, not that he really needs to, and concentrates on searching through files a moment, finding the alias he'd had generated up. ]

I'm... a dream analyzer. That moved around a lot as a kid, I guess. You?