The voice caught his attention, behind him, his head turning slightly to look towards the direction of the voice, the heavy breathing filling the air as the mask worked to keep his breathing whole. The dark lenses looked upon the woman who approached him, taking a look at her and gauging her. Her read in the Force was different, almost like the clones, but more real.
The attachments, and protrusions suggested implants. Cyborg perhaps? He wasn't certain. She didn't fear him though. Looking up at the force field she walked through, and he nodded his head, "You were wise to keep me imprisoned. Though this barrier would not be enough..." He noted the edges of it, this thing was not built to fight the Force. Not much was.
When she neared him he turned to face her, standing tall thanks to the prosthetics and suit, "Where am I? What is this vessel? And who are you?" He let the Force flow through him, checking his own well being through it. The same pain that was always there continued to burn, "Skywalker, is he the one who brought me here?"