Maul shakes his head at her question. "No, not one of those that were born and raised in Trench. Just a Sleeper like yourself, albeit one who has been here longer than most." That was a thought that always seemed a bit bizarre to Maul, the fact he's been here so long that he is now one of a sparse handful who remember Deerington before coming here.

He scratches the dog gently under the chin, movements slow and deliberate. The Sith Lord has gotten a lot of experience with animals over the past two years and it has taught him a lot about how to approach them. The deep scar that runs on both the top and bottom of his right wrist, a puncture wound that had gone all the way through when one of his beloved pets had attacked him shortly after his acquisition of her, spoke to that clearly enough. "Is this your pet or your Omen?" He asks Ron about Ollie.