Eyes turning, a gaze and a color so like his parent's, Kylo Ren looked over the man. Jedi. What? How could that be? Immediately the knight reacted to the scene but with another gasp of pain he was held back by the binds around his wrists, torso, and legs. How had he not noticed that before? His mind was still a blur. Following steps behind him and what force he could focus.
Everything felt sideways.
"Where am I?" Kylo Ren hissed around his tired throat. Somewhere in his subconscious he was assessing his wounds, the stitches, the medical IV and other such tubes strapped and plugged into his flesh and muscle. "Is this the Resistance base?" That gaze of his panned around away from Obi-Wan to the rest of the room and there was a silence as he let his senses stretch into the distance--the near distance. He was too weak to get farther than the end of the hall. Still, it seemed to be only they with the force...at the moment. That he could find.