[She is a politician, one who has been said to be quite good. While she won't claim to know everything and understands that there is still much to learn, there are some things that Padmé has picked up. She likes to believe she is good at reading people, even if it is just based on her understanding and nothing beyond that. The pause is pregnant, enough to have something start to nibble at Padmé's mind, wondering if she somehow stepped in to something.

She listens though, the slightest hint of a smile at that first statement. Luke has left an interesting impression on her already, and somehow she can imagine that. No child of theirs would be meek or silent, at least she wouldn't think so. Then again, Padmé had been vocal without being disruptive. It seemed... more an Anakin trait than her own, to tell the truth. They both had strong personalities, just in different ways.

Still, there is something there again, and she notes that the smile isn't genuine. She doesn't know why though, as her eyes shift across her daughter's face, wondering if this was a mistake. Yet, how could it be? It was her daughter, and even if she didn't know her yet, she wanted to know her, to be more fully at ease.

Padmé hesitates though, picking up on that undercurrent, but not understanding the reasoning for it.]

It sounds, if that is only a sample, like you had quite an active childhood. Although that is, no doubt, an understatement.

[Her own tentative smile, although something is still working over her own face, trying to put together a puzzle for which she has no pieces to.]