[Bless her, real live laughter. So many refugees held onto the sticks their old world shoved up their asses and turned a fuming stink eye to anyone that dared try knock it out.]

I'll grant it doesn't seem like the work of the people. There wasn't any reports of struggle. Last time there was a regular kidnapping it was plain as day. [He pats his pocket and finds the carton where he left it. He plucks it loose and knocks out a fresh smoke.] No, this sounds more like some Pied Piper kind of—

[Her gown catches his eye again. It looks medieval and yet vaguely not, and her accent doesn't so much as touch Europe.]

—uh, more like a spell or hypnosis. One of those big time supernatural tricks. Have you got that stuff where you come from, Padmé? Wizards and ghosts. Fairy tales.