In the great motion of the rain Luke can pick up on the little movements of animals, those that aren't tucked into shelter. But there is something else, something larger... something more reflective, or rather two somethings, one of whom quite outshines the other.

Luke perceives someone's sense in the Force as almost-sound, almost-touch. It changes like a face would with emotion and realization, and just like with faces, if he is not familiar with the owner the meaning of many of these changes is opaque. He stands to get a better look at the rain-blurred figures. A humanoid and some kind of equid, that's all he can tell, and the humanoid's sense is rich and heady.

"And to you," he calls back, careful but unafraid. He knows nothing about this place, it's better to be cautious. "It's drier under here. Come in!"