"Ah can tell you ain't from 'round here," Logan said. "Here being this planet. You a Jedi?" Logan recognized the robes if only because he knew a number of Displaced that were Jedi. He worked with them, trained with them. Grew to trust them. If this girl was one of them he could at least be gracious enough to show her around.
"I know a few," he said quickly. "The robe's a dead giveaway."
He smiled, and looked down at her hand when she extended it. "The name's Logan." He took her hand into his and gave a firm shake. "Welcome to Texas."