Fortunately--or unfortunately, perhaps--for Emplate, Luke could sense that there was someone nearby, someone with quite a lot of a strange power. Like with the others in the city, it tickled the edge of his senses, and he often thought of it like listening to someone talk through a long tube. It was distorted, but still there.

And in the same way, he could sense that perhaps not all of this person's intentions were good. But his danger-sense didn't tingle with any more warning than normal, so Luke kept his hand off his lightsaber and instead opened his eyes to look up and meet Emplate's eyes with his own piercing blue ones. It wouldn't do either of them any good if he was suspicious of someone before he even knew them, anyway.

"Hello," he said, smiling.