In some ways, she was almost oddly used to being followed. Someone had always been on her trail. Still, there wasn't any inherit sense of danger this time. Or there wasn't any yet. Force knew that could change on an instant too. So she stopped when she heard the sound, neither too caught off guard or startled and turned to face the man. Her arms dropped to her sides as she took his measure.
Meetra trusted easy, ever since she'd stopped seeing people as things to use and more as potential found family or friend, but she'd also spend the latter part of her life being hunted. She was therefor willing to offer the benefit of the doubt, but also willing to defend if it was necessary.
She glanced to the cars, which she didn't know. But the vehicle's she was used to were nearly similar. These ones just didn't fly. "They can be," she agreed with ease. "Thank you. For the warning." And then she offered a polite bow, because the jedi sense of politeness was still ingrained in her. Taking the Jedi out of anyone was harder then anyone thought. "Meetra Surik." she offered and straightened. Maybe that was wise, maybe that wasn't. But she was willing to offer a hand of greeting. She just hoped there weren't any bounties anymore. They'd gotten tiring quickly.