It was strange enough hearing about people being from different times, but here Ezra is saying he was born not that long ago, from her own standpoint. It's difficult to process, even with a boy some several years her elder right in front of her.

Hearing that at least some Jedi had survived is good to know. She cups the shell in her hands, something to keep them from fidgeting. "...my friends are clone troopers," she says carefully after a moment, hurrying on. "-but they're good people."