That was a very good way of describing it. And he nodded his head in understanding. She made a lot of sense. And seeing as how she came in here expecting to be met with actors and instead found a philosophical nomad from another planet, well, that was saying a lot. Obi-Wan smiled. He was glad to feel as though he were in the company of someone who actually knew him. Even though, technically, she didn't. But she knew that he wasn't a lie, that he was real, and who he claimed to be. And that was enough for him.
"You must be a very patient person."
After all, he could have been like some of the other newcomers who flailed about wildly seeking an immediate explanation for their arrival in this new place. He was still a little flustered by it all, but at least he wasn't erratic. He was willing to listen to the bizarre reasonings. And he was willing to accept that the reason for him being there might not be entirely obvious. Still, he had the feeling that Sarah would have patiently tried to explain things to him anyway. Even he had been acting like a crazy person.
"Well, I can't say that I'm a very good actor. And, of course, it wasn't my intention to appear to be one, but--"
Obi-Wan paused for a moment to glance over near the counter where the nuns were setting up new bowls of freshing stewed soup.
"--they have been grateful. People who wouldn't normally donate to this place have suddenly come in waves to help their cause."
Obi-Wan would never take the credit for that, even if it was partly his doing. He'd never intended for any of this. He was led to the shelter by the Force. And sometimes you couldn't question the Force. It worked as it did.
"I'm sure another person like myself could only help them more. With or without a prop lightsaber."
Then he leaned across the table toward her a little and whispered, in a tone much more boyish and unlike his usual wise Kenobi tone.
"And I would like to see this Wal-Mart sometime. If you are ever free to go."