Taylor calmed himself. "Um. We got off on the wrong foot. I'm Terrified. Taylor. My name is Taylor. I'm sorry but how did toy get here and why are you here? Like what is your purpose?" Remembering Anna's words he thought up a weapon. And some regular supplies. Like a flashlight. And some clothes. And a backpack... He wanted to be prepared! Sue him! So yeah. About that calm cool collected exterior... It melted under the hot fire of his fear. "Also... How the heck is nobody freaking out... It's Darth Vader.... Like the most iconic dude in history. You know... 'Luke I am your father'.. The Jedi who formed an attachment. The most well known Sith of all time....Like.. It's 2017!!! Get with the times man!" He was done.. But then he realized something because in his fits of ... Hysteria, shall we call it, Taylor isn't a good secret keeper. "I mean if anyone should know that Jacob should, how else would he be able to wield a lightsaber." He knew he should've stopped talking at "Um" but.. It's Taylor. When he's scared.. He talks. And talks. And talks. And rambles on some more.. Sue him.