Ben had started to take being followed as a matter of course, especially in certain areas of town. It was rarely personal -- just another lowlife looking for a lone target -- and he ignored it most of the time. Either they would decide there were easier targets around, or if he sensed them about to attack, he'd fend them off without even breaking stride. (Well. Maybe a little.) This time, he'd barely even sensed it -- there was no malice to make it particularly noticeable.
He blinked at the sound of Mirta's voice, and the familiarity in it. That, he hadn't expected. But he didn't let his surprise show in any other way as he lowered the bottle; he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and screwed the cap back on as he looked sideways at her.
"Uh, fine. I guess I haven't exactly had a chat with anyone lately."
Not since the last one went so well, after all.
"Nothing personal." He shrugged and slipped the bottle back into his bag, and casually kept his thumb hooked in the side. All the better for quick lightsaber access. "But yeah, as well as can be expected."