Dia rolled her eyes a little, as the Jedi girl started her tirade about "inner strength".
She did not believe in inner strength. There was just strength, it was either present, or not. And even if there was inner strength to her race, what was the point of strength if it was not being used? She simply shrugged, not taking offence at Lux's remarks, as there were none. Though she did briefly turn away to reconfigure the auto-pilot.
"Eh, you don't know rude." - she chuckled at that awkward apology at the end. "Negotiating with Trandoshans on the other hand... Now that could be considered rude. Bloody lizards can't say a phrase without mentioning genitals." - the twi'lek laughed at her own hypocritical joke. She saw little problem with either - people were prejudiced towards her, it was their right to do and think wrong. She reserved hers for herself.
Dia stood up, looking at her passenger again. This whole talk about justice and strength did seem humorous to the Twi'lek. So typical of a Jedi, she figured. They were monks and self-appointed fighters for justice, after all. While she herself was pretty far from these righteous concepts, she did enjoy the company of another female. Being around them made her feel less... twitchy.
"I have to be strong and self-confident, otherwise I wouldn't be flying this ship. Your words are kind, human, but falsely sympathetic. Otherwise so many of us wouldn't be in this mess. It's not that I care too much. We all make our choices. They made theirs, I made mine." - she shrugged. Passing by Lux, she opened a hidden panel, and pulled out a bottle of Correlian Brandy.
"No sob stories though, sorry. How 'bout we do something fun? We've got two days ahead of us. Wanna drink? On the house."
With how much money this side-job was earning her, Dia could afford it.