"Looking for what belongs to me." His tone is rough, as though he considered saying it through clenched teeth or perhaps was trying to make his own voice more intimidating than it was. Initially his response doesn't even grant her a glance from him.

His breathing steadies and evens out after a moment and he glances sideways at her, a frown and confusion on his face. She was soaked as he was, small and non-threatening. He was tempted to try to lift her with the force just to prove to himself that he wasn't getting even weaker, but he was and he didn't. He didn't want to face the truth of just how weak he was becoming yet.

The Force was barely a whisper of his usual strength, and not all of it to do with what he had done to try and make himself stronger. That had backfired, and the wound had helped matters none. But now he was on a different planet, drenched to his bones without a weapon, his uniform or a scrap of information to move forward with.

"Who are you?"