Snapping back around to Obi-Wan he let out another wince and whine. A talkative Jedi, worse than one ready to dive to battle, worse than the stuffed shirts. His fist clench and he debate how to answer first, taking his time in collecting those thoughts that dripped around him like rain on a window's pane.
"If this is not the Resistance, and not with the Fire Order, where am I?"