Kanan contemplated pointing out that he wasn't technically a spaceman. He was a man who happened to own a spaceship who occasionally spent a lot of time in space, but that was, like, commuting. Except for when it was his job. Which it often was...

By the time he'd circled around that far, he'd forgotten what it is he was going to protest, so he just shrugged, raised his glass, and said, "I'll drink to that."

To whatever it was. Good job, Kanan.