The movement draws attention, but Obi-Wan senses no immediate danger. A threat is only a threat until it becomes an inevitability, and the greater part of defense rests in waiting until one is actually attacked, to act in return.

Outwardly, he appears unconcerned.

"You're a Rifter, as well?" It's an honest question, and he raises his own hand, to show the mark there, gleaming and green, unnatural but quiescent. The question is silent, but obvious-- This mark, too? "I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, of the Order of Jedi Knights. I've been working with the Inquisition, an organization not unfamiliar with the importance of holy purposes. We have a camp, nearby. It's a safe place to rest, get your bearings, if you like. Yes?"