She returned the shake, her own grip firm, before dropping her hand and then tilted her head. He knew the robes, and spoken about Jedi. Which made very little sense. The one's she knew hadn't reached out, and granted that was a two way street but she'd looked and found no traces of them. She'd like to think Mical would have at least spoken up. They all knew how she felt, it seemed odd that they'd keep quiet.
Even her own Council would make note of it. If only to try and fix the problem they thought she was again. So, the answer seemed to point to other Jedi. "Thank you. And to answer your questions, no not from around here." She paused then but only briefly. "But not a Jedi. Not anymore." Yet she wore the robes still. Habit or familiarity. Or just trying to find the sense of those things. "Exiled," she added after another pause. If he knew Jedi, arguments could be had he knew what could happen when a Jedi stopped being Jedi.
"Long story," and not one she liked to share, "basics are that I did what I felt was right. Council disagreed. Do the names Mical, Atton, Visas or Revan mean anything to you? Are they here?" Maybe they were hiding. Maybe they'd missed her or were distracted by other matters. Alongside that, none of them really needed to come find her. She had left without any word to them. Their anger would be justified. And if there were any other Jedi here, that would also answer the question, in it's own way.