The words she'd said to the bartender were not familiar to him, so he resolved to drink whatever it was slowly. The bartender was smiling at Diana the way someone like, say, Han Solo would smile at a pretty girl so Luke had a pretty good idea where he stood, even if he was a good dancer.

At the question, he couldn't help the little screwed up expression. "Imagine a ball of dust, as far away from anything important you can get."