"Maybe Sith and Chiss have some similarities after all," Altair commented idly, with a faint hint of amusement to his voice, "I'll go fetch tea for the both of us. Wait here."

Though the people aboard Thrawn's ship tended to try to do their best to not get in his way- and often in fact scurried to make sure they weren't in the way- Altair still was better at moving through a crowd alone than leading a companion. Not all too long ago he'd taken Thrawn's hand to lead him through a crowded party, but taking Thrass's hand would be a bit more difficult, he thought.

So he slipped through all those who were off duty with the ease of a man crossing an empty room, and soon enough returned with two cups of tea- one for himself and one for Thrass, "Minty, and with a hint of something sweet. Be careful though, it's hot."

He didn't think that really needed saying, but still. It was common enough to say as a courtesy.

"Since you are curious about what I look like, why don't we pass the time on the walk to my quarters with a few guesses? I'm curious as to how you think I look under this mask."

And it was another way to harmlessly spend some time.