[After the conversation with Red, and how abruptly the boy had ended it and just charged off, Luke felt he'd be remiss in not at least checking up on things. Giving Sakura a bit of a heads up, he'd ducked out of his shift at the Clinic and started out. Finding Red wasn't terribly difficult, the boys presence in the Force a small beacon and easy enough to follow and he's frankly unsurprised to see that he's at the Battle Dome. He keeps his distance at first, sizing up Giovanni and comparing him to what he remembers of the other. There's something about him that's different.
A lingering sense to him, not all that different from some of the bounty hunters and gangsters from home. Not quite as steeped in evil as Jabba and his men, but all the same...not a pleasant sense. And definitely not the affable, if somewhat odd, man he'd met in the past. The cigarra smell clung to him, an unpleasant odor that reminded him vaguely of a certain ship-thief he wasn't terribly fond of, and that cemented the sense of distrust he was already feeling. This was not a good man, this was not someone a young boy needed to be around.
After a moment, the Jedi Grandmaster approaches, hood up and face shrouded.]
So rude.
A lingering sense to him, not all that different from some of the bounty hunters and gangsters from home. Not quite as steeped in evil as Jabba and his men, but all the same...not a pleasant sense. And definitely not the affable, if somewhat odd, man he'd met in the past. The cigarra smell clung to him, an unpleasant odor that reminded him vaguely of a certain ship-thief he wasn't terribly fond of, and that cemented the sense of distrust he was already feeling. This was not a good man, this was not someone a young boy needed to be around.
After a moment, the Jedi Grandmaster approaches, hood up and face shrouded.]
Red. Is this the man you told me about?