[ Wedge Antilles, sit and watch? But Wedge knows better than to rise to the anger, keeping his expression a cool, calculated neutral. He has nothing to prove here. This stranger's not a superior officer, just a noncom talking trash about a man he doesn't know.

And, apparently, the Jedi. Someone has a chip on their shoulder the size of a impstar. The stranger's identity starts to sink in...

Wedge could be diplomatic.

But this stranger isn't owed diplomacy, now are they?

Might as well take the Wes Janson approach: humor. ] Unless my blaster starts working again, or an X-wing drops down from the sky, there's not much I can do besides sit and watch.

[ This is why Wedge isn't intelligence or a politician. He's too much of a straightshooter. ]