Padmé.

[Echo doesn't mean to repeat the name, but saying it without addressing the young woman by her full title doesn't feel right to him. Repeating it reinforces the fact that they're nowhere near the galaxy they know of, forcing himself to remember they are in the same situation, standing on an alien planet on equal footing.

So he takes a seat, alleviating the heavy pause that settled moments earlier. Brief hesitation is shaken off as his hands rest against the sides of his helmet, slipping it off so that he talk to her without hiding anything. This includes the slight crease in his brow as he lets his gaze drop for less than a second, soon returning to resume his composure.]

I'm Echo. And...it's understandable. [As the helmet is set down, he then reaches for one of his holsters to pull out a blaster that has seen better days. It's turned around so that the grip faces her, the offering as casual as the soldier can possibly be.] I hope this will suffice. I wouldn't want to be out in the open flatfooted either.