Bail's shoulders straightened a little at the formality of his title. It was one thing to hear it from others, even expect it from others, but not necessarily from Obi-Wan. And not here, absent of everything in their own universe. But it did tell him a lot about how this conversation, and any in their future, was going to go. He was aware of their history but also all of the time that had passed (for him, at least; Obi-Wan looked much the same as he remembered, perhaps more worn, tired, and sun-weary), but he had hoped that this might be a good opportunity for them to rekindle old friendships.
"Might I ask when you're coming from?" Bail kept himself turned toward him, folding his hands in his lap though he did flick his gaze over toward the same row of bottles behind the bar as if to ask if Obi-Wan was as interested in a drink as he was.