The intensity of Jehkran's eyes were compressed, remained at a halt as he steer his procedure to a call of halt. A stutter of his movement sent his hesitation into a complete stop before there was only room for his fingers to motion free. The smudge of his thumb pressed against the red button along his hilt, recalling the extended trail of light.

A lethal sizzle zoomed back within the realm of metallic hold, remaining until the owners next command. In the dribbles of the sky sat two men, both falling into a calm. A sigh lifted the Echani's chest as his gaze reset behind eased lids. He had been too hasty.

Jehkran dropped his hand to his waist, placing the hilt back into it's rightful place at his belt. There was no room for further conversation, at least not until he retrace his calm counterparts wordage. The choice of words had shifted the Echani slightly. Such a foreign object as a lightsaber would turn any man outside, but instead this person was tranquil and nonchalant.

"This is home. What are you doing here," He asked in return. An intrigue carried his tone, but was smoothly mixed into a soothing, suave voice.