Galen had been growing more and more bored as time went on since coming here. He did enjoy learning more about Jacen's way of thinking and thought of the other man as a friend. But still. There were only so many times one could duel, meditate, and wander the dark part of Lawrence before growing bored of it all. No one here, not even the criminals, presented a challenge. Yes that Moriarty guy might but Galen didn't see him as a threat. Nor did he see the Molokov guy as one.
So once more Galen began wandering the halls and floors of the complex, not really looking for anything in particular. Though as he neared the level of the pool, he could hear movement. His curiosity piqued, he pushed the door to the pool open and looked around just in time to see a rather attractive blonde girl come up out of the pool part way, holding her head and mumbling something. Years of training to read human type lips allowed him to catch what she said. Now he was very intrigued.
He cleared his throat to catch her attention after letting the door close quietly behind him. He walked further in, his booted feet thudding some on the tile. In spite of enjoying the feel of wearing the robes Kota had given him, Galen had decided wearing native clothing would be better. So with the boots he wore a pair of faded jeans and a plain white T-shirt that covered only the scars on his torso and not really much on his arms. From his belt hung his lightsaber in its usual spot.