Watchman. It would do as a nickname. Certainly wasn't any worse than some of the names he wore in his life. 

Ben sat down at the bar and looked at the extensive menu. He looked up at the bartender who was looking at the sword on his back. "[color=aba000]Sorry[/color]." Ben said, shrugging. Weapons openly worn were uncommon, but not rare it seemed to him. He ordered a recaf, and when it arrived he would sip on the drink, while looking over his shoulder occasionally. 

Ben watched Adrianne make her way to a table that was on a ledge. If that's what she wanted to do, so be it. Ben was just trying to give the team direction. The commissar talked to him, saying something about not being able to blend. Ben sipped his recaf. "[color=aba000]Ah, Commissar. I think that's where you're wrong. There are active Imperial guard units on this planet. If you're alone, you're just an offduty commissar. Seems you're hiding in plain sight.[/color]" Ben would stop paying attention when the man went to chastising the Kasrkin among them. 

"[color=aba000]I see you located the Inquisitor. No danger right now?[/color]" Ben asked, idly, as he finished the recaf and signaled the bartender for another cup.