The expression on his face makes her smile, pursed slightly to keep it from growing too big, her eyebrows lifting as if to say: See? I was right. Because she was, and being right always makes her happy.

Her expression turns thoughtful as she listens, her arms unfolding as she shifts her weight against the counter. She's already met Ezra, and he told her about the other Jedi, so she doesn't look surprised at all by any of this information. "Yes, I know of him. This... Master Kenobi, yes?" she asks, drawing on the name Ezra had given her. She hasn't met him yet, but Ezra had already warned(?) her that he might be wary of Nightsisters like her.

Thinking back on that conversation reminds her—she'd wondered how Cal had felt meeting other Jedi, especially after thinking he might be one of the last ones, if not the very last. And—well, now she can just tell him, even if it's slightly off topic. "I am happy for you," she says sincerely, her expression softening. "That you have found others of your kind."