Understandable. Living in exile on a desert planet didn't really seem to be the thing to garner frequent gushing praise and attention, as far as Sarah knew. The Jedi thing, however, she did think would be a source of attention, but again she only had movies to rely on and if someone were to determine her thoughts, feelings and character worth by a movie about her life that might not even be very accurate, she'd be offended. However, she felt perhaps the movies had gotten some things right because this man just seemed to exude the air an actor couldn't capture, one of goodness.
The question about Wal-Mart made her grin, and her explanation was voiced with all patience, as though no question he might ask would seem an imposition. "Yes, it is. They sell both food and nearly everything one would ever hope to need – or, even more, not need – in this world. Clothing, electronics, things for recreation – you name it."
Drinking more of the coffee, she set aside the mug for a moment to fold her hands in front of her. "As for my skills – I mislead you a little. Not on purpose," she hastily clarified, shooting him a smile. "And not entirely, just partially. I heard that this shelter was doing what sounds like dinner theater to me – serving food while the volunteers dressed up in themed costumes. I've volunteered before, both in shelters and programs of my own, yes, but the skills I actually meant then were more theatrical, that was the focus of my education and my job before I came here. When I first walked in, that's what I thought was going on here." The smile softened and she nodded toward his waist as her voice lowered. "But I've got a pretty strong feeling now that your lightsaber isn't a prop. In fact, I'd say it's more than just a feeling."
There was no judgment in her gaze, only understanding and a healthy amount of respect. She wasn't certain what had solidified the idea for her, ultimately, but she was certain now this was Obi-Wan Kenobi, as real as any other of the individuals from his universe, as real as herself and as real as the people who'd lived all along in this reality they were now in.
"So there, that's why I don't think you, or the others from your reality, are peculiar at all," she all but whispered. "You're exactly who you are and being in a galaxy far, far away from your own doesn't suddenly make you peculiar."