He hears her coming, catching a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye — which makes his hand itch to go for a blaster pistol that doesn’t exist, but he shifts slightly on his feet in order to watch the woman approach.

People here have been incomprehensibly (perhaps even suspiciously) friendly, and it’s required a bit of mental rewiring. She’s wary, but if he’d been lurking like this outside someone’s home back on Kadara, Reyes wouldn’t have been greeted with wariness, but likely violent, preemptive self-defense.

“Just taking in the surroundings,” he says, and it’s even the truth. “Do you live here? Do you know what these residences are like? I’ve never actually lived in a house. This would be a funny place to start, but...” Splayed hands, a breezy shrug.