Obi-Wan had started turning to the old ways to keep himself collected these days. He knew that panicking about his situation was pointless, but he'd been through a lot in the past few weeks and it was now just starting to hit him. And, of course, there was the party. He wasn't even sure if he remembered half of it.
So, the old Jedi had retreated to meditation as a means to clear his head (and perhaps a little alcohol). He'd heard the girl, of course, and he couldn't help but smirk a little when she apologized, opening one eye to watch her. "It's alright." He opened his other eye, sitting cross-legged and staring at her for a moment. "I don't think we've met."
Obi-Wan stood, still dressed in his old white tunic, now dirty from days of wear with nowhere to wash it (that he knew of). "I'm Obi-Wan. You can call me Ben." He nodded at her. It was an old nickname- one he often didn't use. But...well, they were going to be here a while, and it seemed easier for the "locals" to say.