"Uhmmmmm." Sinjir dithers over the word. He knows the whole story -- honestly, probably more than either Wedge or Norra knows, because neither of them is a particularly insightful person. Not about other people, anyway. Sinjir didn't need to be in on any discussions to know the state of feelings or lack thereof.

He sighs. "There was a woman," he says. "Norra Wexley, actually, figures that you would know her, or know of her. She had a husband, disappeared a long time ago, very tragic. She and Wedge start moving agonizingly slowly towards some kind of flirtation. And then, there you have it, suddenly her husband is found, was in an Imperial mind-prison this whole time, look at that, she can't abandon him now, except that a few months later it turns out he was brainwashed to assassinate Mon Mothma. So now he's vanished again." He pauses, considering if he's left anything out. "Yeah, that's about how it went."