Luke Skywalker wasn't stupid, something that reassured L somewhat. He couldn't be a fanboy of someone who was an idiot, after all. "You're probably right. She seems reasonable enough," L said, doing his best to be casual in the face of this current situation. The world's greatest detective was talking to the adolescent last Jedi master behind a dumpster.
He supposed that Luke's observation concerning the "freezing" temperature of Colligo was apt, especially considering his desert origins. Even L, who was typically fairly stoic when it came to temperature changes, was shivering slightly under his white cotton shirt. "I'm a little cold... probably not as much as you are, being from Tatooine. I'm from a place called England, and the climate is similar to this place... cool, a little rainy, but certainly not unbearable. You'll get used to it, I'm certain," L said, wondering what Luke was thinking about. Was he homesick? Glad to be away from his overbearing uncle? Overwhelmed by all the things L had told him concerning Star Wars spoilers? Luke's accent was indeed interesting, in the kind of way that L wanted to learn how to mimic just to see how it felt on his tongue. L accepted the folded offerings, gathering them close to his chest, blinking (it didn't happen that often) when Luke mentioned his raising and his attention to others possessing basic comforts.
"You know, you're a very good hero," he said thoughtfully. "Compassionate, considerate... but things like comfort have never been too terribly important to me." Sitting in his curled, crouching position, which looked like it had actually caused his spine to grow crooked, this was probably not difficult to believe. "Have you met your sister yet? I'm curious to know how you might be getting along with her."