Luke's already felt the second echoing presence and has come to peer out from the master bedroom (where he's been crashing with Din) to the main room.

He doesn't look like a Jedi. He looks like a bleary eyed desert boy, wearing a thick knit top and long pants, feet wrapped in fluffy socks. The one thing that does scream Jedi is the lightsaber hanging by his hip from his loosely slung on belt. "You brought a Mandalorian... Who doesn't have a helmet on, should I be getting the blindfold?"