He waits for further explanation, and when none is forthcoming, he allows his arms to drop as it seems the woman's not planning to attack him anymore. It doesn't mean he's kicked his paranoia that there's still a possibility. He's spent the last five years trying to be unseen and not draw attention, and it's all only recently taken a drastic change.

And then there's all this.

"I don't know what's with all the sorcerer business. I'm a Jedi. ...in training," he adds, not that there's much of Jedi nor padawan these days, and bringing attention to that matter got you hunted down rather quickly, as he'd found out. But the armored woman doesn't seem familiar with either, and so far as he knows, the Nightsisters of Dathomir didn't sport such heavy fashion.

"...Cal Kestis," he eventually offers in return, giving a stiff nod of his head, if only to keep her in his sight. His droid warbles from over his shoulder and he jerks his head in its direction. "And this is BeeDee-One. ...what's a hollow?" He suspects he can figure it out from her earlier questions, but this is the first time anyone's offered to answer questions so willingly and he's not about to waste that.

"Who do you work for? Some kind of order, or a guard...?"