Malgus always found Jedi to be a nuisance. An annoyance. Walking beside one still made that irritation he felt quite clear. In the force, they always felt like a pressure of the lightside pressing against the dark. This one was no different, though he did not project his presence like a beacon. Rather it was calm, steady .. even.

Reaching back he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, casting his face in shadow and out of the sun.

"Your concern is noted, but unneeded. I can manage." He can disconnect the mask covering his jaw for short periods of time. While he can't last forever without it, he won't immediately die.

"Where are the rest of your Jedi? This planet feels empty from the Force." Except for maybe something. Something small out there. But it was nothing the Sith cared enough to make a point about.