Cal can't say that he feels very charitable towards any of the gangs tough enough to survive in the Underground, but he can see the benefit of getting medical care to those that would have a lot of trouble getting it. He doesn't say anything more, either, not until they're indoors and away from any potential prying eyes.

Still, he's not so relaxed that he doesn't take a good look around on their way into the living room. He keeps his eyes on the levitating kettle as he takes a seat, pushing the hood off of his head and running a hand through his hair to straighten it up a bit.

"I'm Cal. Cal Kestis. I was a padawan when... everything happened. You're the first Jedi, or ex-Jedi, that I've met since then."