[b]H[/b]e held his hand at the door only to stop upon looking at his bare, sticky arms and realizing he was shirtless. He twisted his hands upward to inspect them; his arms and chest before rolling his eyes at the mindlessness motivation. While he fixed his dark, woven robes around his body; he hissed and cursed inwardly while watching Mex and Aria pass him out the door. 

It took him just a few seconds longer to fix the loose sleeves. While doing so he felt through the Force but could feel little in it. His peers were strong in Force Concealment and the Gray Order only attracted those of like-wise strength. It made his palm sweaty and fingers twitch in anticipation. 

He found a place to oversee the action far behind Aria and Mex. The alien species in front of him was one he had encountered only sparingly. He had no impressions to push onto the stranger, so he decided he make one from this small encounter. The whole time he stroked the smooth handle of his only lightsaber. The folds of his dark robes hid the motion but he was somewhat afraid his excess of excitement would flow out the infinite energy of life.