Mecohn looked between the two as they conversed. They looked so comfortable around each other that it was almost infectious. The boy registered Alastor's words and his guard had slightly lowered now that the focus seemed to shift once more. He shrugged as he thought over this information.<span style="font-style: italic">So he isn't a Jedi, but he has a history with these two</span>he thought to himself as he fidgeted with a claw through the poly-fiber cloth of his glove<span style="font-style: italic"> I can see how that would be useful, but still...</span>.<br/><br/>"Nothing out of the ordinary, slavery kid that got a lucky break," he said quietly "Master Iyo found us- me on Hutta when I was little and I've been at the temple ever since," he smiled for a moment before running a gloved hand through his hair "Lucky. Me,"<br/><br/>Something was seriously beginning to bother him. It wasn't this situation anymore, but something else. It just felt like something was off. His head throbbed with a dull ache. He looked at Alastor to check if there was any indication that the man felt something too. If he did, he concealed it well. "Do you know when this meeting starts? I'd like to make sure we get this done without complication." it sounded a bit like he wanted this to be over, which wasn't untrue, but more importantly, having a goal to focus on would aid him in clearing his mind.