[Abel looks over the screen at Thrawn and tries not to make a face. There is definitely a feeling that is lingering with the thought that offering to spend time with someone because you are trying to apologize and be helpful is returned with the person looking like they'd rather be somewhere else. He glances back down at the pad and pauses, finger hovering over an option.]

Did you see the Anti-matter cannons they had on board the Narrenschiff?

[Perhaps a shift of gear is in order.]

They were the smallest I'd ever seen in my life, but still had the capacity for great harm. [His smile is small, but hopeful.] Would you like to see a proper one?