[The mouse's interest in Luke is piqued, looking towards him inquisitively, nose twitching, even giving him a friendly little wave in return when Allura sets it back onto her shoulder.

Allura wrinkles her nose slightly at the description, setting the tribble down on a nearby crate, though her fingers do still linger in its fur.]

They sound like a nuisance. I don't believe we have anything like that in my part of the galaxy.

[She looks back at the tribble, frowning slightly.]

But these creatures certainly don't seem like a pest. In fact, they don't seem to be doing much of anything. Besides...growing in numbers.