That was an ominous phrase if he ever heard one. Any person that had any idea of what he was could put him into serious danger, but... Cal wasn't getting that vibe from her. Not yet. Still, he's been left fairly spooked by all of this himself.

He shuffles off to the side as the thief gets up and runs for it, not willing to turn his back to either of them. Once he's gone, Cal takes a shaky breath and stuffs his bag under one arm, facing her with squared shoulders and a confidence that he didn't truly feel.

"Cowardly, sure. Are you... like me?" Cal wasn't just talking about that little display of power. He had spent years hoping he'd find another Jedi, but his daydreaming had never conjured up anything quite like this. "I thought all the others were dead."