Obi-Wan thanked their server, and headed over to a table with a decent amount of space around it so that BB-8 could join them easily enough. He gestured for Poe to sit across from him, and then sat down himself.
"The 'catch', so to speak, is that we are stuck here. I apologise for putting it so bluntly, but there is no easy way to tell anyone that they're trapped. This place is... I have heard it described as a Paradox, as somewhere out of time and space as we or any of the other people that live here know it. We are all brought here, somehow, and left to live our lives until whatever it is that brings us here decides that we should return to the point in time that we were taken from. Nobody will have noticed that we are gone."
He had sat forward as he spoke, his arms resting on the table between Poe and himself, and he glanced round at BB=8 every so often. "Most of the people here are from the Sol system, which I had never heard of until I came here. They have been brought from different times in their world's history, too, which goes to explain how you're talking to me. Tell me, how long has it been since Palpatine took over the Senate?" Since Order 66 murdered almost all of his friends and family, and the destruction of the Temple, of his home. It had been months now, no matter if you counted time using the Earth calendar or the Coruscant one, but the subtle shake in his hand as he mentioned that bastard's name meant that he was still beyond glad that he hadn't been pouring out his tea at that point in time.