He turns when the 'saber pointed at him deactivates and begins to walk, intentionally falling in beside Malgus. He is entirely matter of fact in doing so. He doesn't make an issue of it, certainly does not try to stop the Sith Lord from moving, there's no flare of temper or ego, he just isn't going to trail along behind him like a lost bantha.

He turns his head and looks over the man and looks him over for a moment, then smiles faintly and shrugs one shoulder in a surprisingly elegant gesture. "Possibly." Possibly easily, and possibly could, he means. There wouldn't be much sense in it, but since when do Sith have any sense?

"You can call me Ben." Giving him a real name would be a step more stupid than he will be for the sake of honesty, but he's also not lying. He hasn't said that his name is Ben. "And we've only about a kilometer to go. We should manage before the blasted suns become more than an annoyance. Until then, how dependent upon your respirator are you and am I going to need to find some sort of alternative means of hydration and nutrition be stocked on this transport?"