As soon as Obi-Wan begins to move, Kanan feels a shift in the Force as well. He can't pinpoint it--there's too many bodies floating around, but whoever it is, they've taken notice of him. And vice-versa. He knew better than to seek it out. Much like how Ezra had opened himself up to the Force, it also allowed danger in, and that wasn't something Kanan felt he could do with a complete stranger.
The Toydarian next to him sneezes, as he lifts an arm and an eyebrow.
Yeah, especially not in this place.
But he doesn't have long to consider, anyway, as another stranger walks up to the bar, placing their glass on the counter. Maybe he'd been wrong to come here. It's too crowded, there's too many leads--
The hooded man's hand is now on his shoulder. Eyes immediately dart to him, his turquoise ones matching the bright, glittery ones of the older gentleman. Something...oddly familiar about it, but he can't place what. The random act of kindness, however, is met with some surprise.
"Oh, I just..." If he refused, it'd be suspicious, wouldn't it. "Well, guess I can't refuse that request. To whom do I owe the thanks to?"
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The Toydarian next to him sneezes, as he lifts an arm and an eyebrow.
Yeah, especially not in this place.
But he doesn't have long to consider, anyway, as another stranger walks up to the bar, placing their glass on the counter. Maybe he'd been wrong to come here. It's too crowded, there's too many leads--
The hooded man's hand is now on his shoulder. Eyes immediately dart to him, his turquoise ones matching the bright, glittery ones of the older gentleman. Something...oddly familiar about it, but he can't place what. The random act of kindness, however, is met with some surprise.
"Oh, I just..." If he refused, it'd be suspicious, wouldn't it. "Well, guess I can't refuse that request. To whom do I owe the thanks to?"