Most Alderaanians are human, as are most Imperial officers, and though there are a few alien officers as well, they're few and far between. The Empire has a bit of a problem with xenophobia, which Niverian has previously mentioned to her.

Once she's seated, he sits down at the chair opposite her, still smiling. "I know the feeling," he replies, reaching across the small table to lightly grasp one of her hands. "I felt that way after my adoptive father found me." He pauses. "Well, one of them, anyway. I didn't meet the other until a few weeks after. One day I'm just an orphan living on the streets of an Imperial colony, and then suddenly... I had a home. Someone to look up to, to watch out for me. And I'd found a purpose in life. It felt surreal at first." He glances off to the side for a moment, spotting one of the waitresses heading their way, then turns back to Purple. "Do you like wine at all?" he asks. "Alderaan's known for its vineyards, among other things. I don't usually drink, but... this is a special occasion."