Exploring was something Altair did only occasionally these days, and not with anywhere near the same frequency as he used to when he first arrived. On days where there was little to do, though, he let himself wander into unfamiliar territory.

Eyes covered by his veil as usual, he let the Force guide him. He sensed the presence of someone unfamiliar, someone he hadn't felt around before, long before he heard him speak, coming to a halt near him. There was something familiar about how this person felt, though it was difficult to put a finger on just what it was.

"I imagine they'll be restored or perhaps torn down and rebuilt once the natives of this planet return," He pointed out, "As it is, there are not enough people here to do much about the state of the city itself."

And they certainly had more important things to concern themselves with. Like survival.