Galen was stoic for a moment, examining the girl before him. She couldn't have been any older than him, though being armed with such a rudimentary weapon didn't leave much for defenses. His eyes were on the sheathed weapon as his own hand floated over the hilt of his lightsaber, but ultimately he wasn't concerned for her in a fashion of such. Just as he did with many - he would put her down quickly if it had come to it.
Finally his eyes landed on Weiss specifically. "The coffee was an error. Clint told me to give it to someone." He nudged his head at her. "You're someone. The Force obviously saw presented you to my path in such a manner." With that said Starkiller started walking away from her as if the conversation was done just like that, before he halted to look back to her. "C'mon. You wanted to see house." Without waiting, Galen continued towards the house with door.s
Once Weiss had caught up he didn't look to her. "I'm Sta-" He paused sighing. "I'm Galen." He stated firmly. Yes he was still Starkiller and the draw to his red lightsaber was always there - but he often tried to use the green one at his disposal. "The house is simple, and the doors are equally simple." He started to explain. "When you open a door, it brings you somewhere. You can't stay forever, but the worlds are different and the places are always different. While someone is through the door, others can go through the same door into the same world as you. Once everyone is out and the door is closed - it changes." He explained.