Thank you. [ She points out her own grave. ] Over there. Second row, seventh stone in.

[ She turns to head towards the grave he indicated, but hesitates, turning back and adding, ] For whatever comfort it's worth, what you saw isn't actually your death. I witnessed mine, and it was laughably inaccurate.

[ Being torn limb from limb by an angry wookiee and thrown out an airlock. Brutal, but not how she actually remembers dying. ]