The way that Babs was going about walking on eggshells reminded him how he was. Sure a lot of that was still very similar about how he felt about things, but he was trying to shift his attention. Instead of closing himself off from people, as he always had under Vader, he wanted to reach out a bit. Barbara was a great start. Well, her and Leia. Kenobi? The girl he Force Choked.
Well, maybe not that one. He wasn't a saint after all.
Galen moved over towards her. "I can sense you have many questions." He mentioned as he used the Force to push on her some, to remind her who she was dealing with. "Let me start a bit." He glanced up thinking on where to start. "Yes, I am still Starkiller." He nodded. "That was the codename that was given to me from my master to hide my real name from me." Galen looked to Barbara. "Galen was the name my parents gave me, and Marek was my father's surname, which was given to me as well." From there, Galen nudged his head to follow. Showing her the now rebel banner laid over the vaguely new bed as part of his blankets covering his bed. He would explain his experience with the banner and the visions and how he learned of these things.
Once finished, he looked to her as if expecting her to no believe him. "So, not redecorating. Repairing."