He listens as she speaks, a sort of meandering monologue that he wonders if he even needs to be there for -- is she talking because he's listening, or is he listening because she's talking? It's a bit of a vicious circle although he wished he knew where it began, because then, at least, he could cut it short.

"You know I'm uneasy because you have working eyes in your head." Which is true, he's sure it doesn't take much more than that to know how off-kilter he is, as though he ever had a true center to begin with. But that's not the only reason she knew. He holds her gaze, maybe unintentionally a little intimidating. "You don't have to be able to use the Force to know I don't belong here." And no mistake, she could. Clumsily, the way someone who has never played a sport may join in, knowing none of the rules and having no finesse in the skills needed. But she had pushed back into his mind, right through the defenses he kept high and strong. She didn't even know how much raw power she had.