When Cal approached he noticed the room, but the ship interior had his attention and he looked around, eyes lighting up somewhat. No matter how worn the ship was, he recognized quality at the base from years of scrapping ships. It distracted him from anything else, and for a moment, he wasn't Cal Kestis, would be empire's most wanted. He was Cal of the scrapper guild. And in this dream, his appearance reflected that shift in attitude. While he didn't look younger, his poncho made a reappearance, and his lightsaber was no longer strangely lit. "Wow. A Corellian YT-1300? Has some nice mods too, huh BD?" He asked habitually, glancing at his empty shoulder ... Not that he had constantly had the droid around over the past several years or anything.

He looked around for whoever this imagery came from, somewhat startled and no small bit embarrassed when he realized how close she was. Oh he would have heard it for that. Not that he was about to let it show. "Nice ship," he said with a grin, finally taking in the second room, the elegance of her dress and the soft glow about her. He didn't know her, but clearly, she was someone to be respected. Huh. Maybe that was too casual, ah well, he looked like a scrapper or maybe even a smuggler, depending on his attire of the moment, he doubted being too casual would come as a surprise.