It's closer that Bail comes, shifting gingerly through the crowds. As a senator and one of the rebellion, he knows about appearances. Such things are the same here. He wouldn't be surprised if there have been some changes that he doesn't know about but the roles are the same. Dominants and Submissives. A divide.

His look turns sharper as Bail glances over Obi-Wan. Not quite the same man that he had seen here or back home when he returned Leia. Understanding comes to him even if he doesn't know an exact when. Younger. Not as weathered. Not as weighed down by the events of the galaxy, by the loss. It would not be the Obi-Wan that he had met here before.

Bail slips into the free space next to him. A levity. A thoughtfulness. "This place does have that ability. Time being jumbled."