Galen, or Starkiller, or whatever now. He wasn't sure anymore. Since the whole experience where he had Force visions of his world and who he was, he was still very confused on who he was. It was nice to have Kenobi helping him along, so he could learn who he was to be. Change in the ways that mattered.
Part of that changing was, he was going to fix his home. Home? Was that what this was now? He'd have to get some furniture and possessions.
When Barbara would be coming in, Galen was in full swing fixing part of the wall with new boards to keep the wall from collapsing in. He had made quite a bit of effort as it stood, but he was also still far behind where he needed to be to consider being done. Like the hole in the roof where he ripped part of it down. Not one of his wises moments in his life.
When he heard the callsign of a name which he lived by for so many years, he froze up some. Would that name chase him down forever? Standing upright being shirtless working hard in the comfort of his own place, he felt immediately bashful. Weird. Why? Glancing to Barbara, he was immediately happy to see her. In fact, a this smile appeared across his lips. "Barbara." He called out. "I suppose, you would not know currently." Reaching on small ladder he took a small towel and dried his face from the sweat.
"It's not Starkiller." He corrected politely. "It's actually Galen Marek."