Merrin turns towards the man when he speaks—for some reason, she almost wasn't expecting him to, if only because friendliness is a foreign concept to her—not caught off guard so much as thoughtful, her gaze sweeping over him, quietly assessing. For threat or out of curiosity? Both, honestly.

His accent is slightly different from any other one she's heard, and it just reminds her how little she knows of the galaxy outside her home.

"It must be obvious," she says, her tone dry. That would be a yes, she just got here. She slants her gaze back towards the ocean again. "My planet, Dathomir, does not have anything like this. Yours must be the same."

Since he said that he felt the same way, seeing this ocean.