Evaan straightened, resisting the urge to salute as well. It had been half to show him the respect he was owed but the other half was just her needing to do something with her hands. It seemed like a silly thing really. She'd been mentored by the Queen of Alderaan, had occasion to meet her husband when her father worked for him. She was close to Leia. She knew Luke when he was just a farmboy who had never flown an x-wing and before he picked up his lightsaber. She should have been used to being surrounded by heroes, yet a part of her felt so anxious to be meeting the Jedi face to face finally.
Eventually, she settled on clasping her hands behind her back. "Not as much as I would like, Master Jedi. This planet seems empty save for those of us who have been brought here in one way or another. We're all from different times and universes, though there are a great many people here who know each other so it doesn't seem likely that the selection of people who are brought here. Stark, Tony Stark, he's made himself the leader in a way, built the power grid, worked on the plumbing, clever enough that he can follow-through on his projects but egotistical enough to slap his name on our little section of this planet."
Stark had done more than that but Kenobi could find out more details for himself if he cared.
"No spaceport, no transportation that we didn't make. No getting any messages off-world and no receiving them apparently. I did my best to salvage the comms on my ship but even without proper parts, I can say for certain that we're pretty alone out here. The closest thing I can think is a quarantine, but I can't figure what the common denominator for all of us would be and there haven't been any signs of illness." She shrugged. "Oh, and there's a building with doors that lead to different places that makes no sense at all within the usual confines of reason, physics, and everything we know about space and time. I recommend avoiding that place unless you're looking for a headache."