Galen Marek // Bucky Barnes
Okay. Tact was a thing, and tact was a good thing to have, but the reality was this. What's tact? Galen being the social outcast his whole life and being kept secret to be manipulated into murdering Jedi, his own kind, didn't leave much room for social skills. But he was learning! Sorta.
A perk in his brow, Galen leaned forward as if he didn't quite believe the man. "I've never heard of this vi-" Galen stopped and looked at the man. "What did you call it?" He inquired pointedly as he took a step back so he wasn't invading the space of the man any further.
"What does it compare to in material?" He considered reaching for his lightsaber so he could compare the material, but opted against it. Probably wasn't the wisest idea to brandish a weapon in an unknown city with a unfamiliar person. Look, growth. Starkiller previously would of threatened or pointed his weapon at the man for answers. Guess the growth as a person was a good sign.