Fett’s helmet turns slowly away as the prisoner speaks, though he keeps an eye on him through the 360-degree display of his helmet. He's seen this tactic before from plenty a desperate mark—trying to sow sympathy by appealing to perceived similarities, to form rapport. But if the man is expecting some sad story about Imperial threats or conscription, he’s in for a disappointment.

"I’m no Stormtrooper," Fett says, helmet still facing away. "I have a choice."