"What kind of class?" Maya asked, resisting the urge to stare at him for the fun of it.

She did, in fact, speak more than Basic. But her vocabulary had largely grown out of learning various ways to either seduce someone or haggle over the price of a part. She didn't know many other words for 'tree' or 'cloud' or any other word that didn't fall into one of those two categories.

And she couldn't begin to imagine what sort of thing he'd be teaching. But there was something very curious, very fascinating about his squeamish stranger. Maya wasn't sure what drew her to him. Maybe it was just her disability her...

...what was it called?

The Force?