"Lando Calrissian, you said? You're a transport technician, then," Kenobi notes, certain of himself even after such a short amount of time on board and in this man's presence. "We share a companion or two, I believe," he adds, lifting his glass. "Han, yes?" Another safe bet.

Call it politic of him in this moment, but he's not usually one to hold out names like they're carrots leading back to the truth he wants to hear. "We've met. Here at this bar, most recently. You're from his time, aren't you?" It's an establishing point, and already the sauced Jedi is feeling more amiable by this common company — more common to him than most, at least.