Ezra hadn't spent much time at the beach before the recent party, so now he's exploring, partly to get more acquainted with the birds Kyle had suggested trying to coax into catching the lobster like creatures.

In deference to the heat, he's the light weight and light colored tunics and leggings of his Jedi robes, without the darker over cloak. His lightsaber, among some other tools, hangs on his belt.

One of the birds perches on his arm, but when he hears a voice from further down the beach, he lifts his arm, and with a nudge, it flies away.

Then Ezra turns to look at the other person on the beach. "Hey," he greets, this small looking person he doesn't know. "New in town?"