She wants to reply that it's easy as hell when there's no flak going off around you. When there's no ground lasers opening up from Rebel positions, shredding the transport next to you and causing its fuel and ordnance to cook off - and incinerate the pilot, crew, and stormtroopers inside.

Simply having to remember how air currents work? Much, much less stressful. But she doesn't say that.

"Oh, no, it's...there's still concerns, right, just different ones? But it's a good challenge."

Time to change the topic.

"Are you thinking of the apartment housing they have? They gave me a, uh...bachelor? Whatever that is. It's the most space I've ever had to myself, it's...pretty great."

Except that most nights she still sleeps on a sleeping bag on the floor, because 'a cot' about summarizes her general view of luxurious accommodations. A soft mattress under her is...strange, still.