She's warm and muscular and smells slightly of paint and dust and oil.

The speeder moves slowly, at first, just walking speed, and speeds up gradually.

He - doesn't actually stop being terrified of everything around him, but he settles into a well-practiced habit of not letting himself be outwardly affected by that.

All right.

A little more than half an hour later, they pull up outside a trio of buildings: One obviously a garage, one larger and plausibly a house, and one tiny and presumably a barn, from the animal-shaped creatures inside, behind the house with a garden in front of it. All three are windowless, made of smooth white adobe and roofed with corrugated metal. The yard between the house and the garage is a patch of bare dirt hosting a small fire circle, a tall metal sculpture that seems to twist in place when the speeder's headlight falls onto it, and, against the front of the house, a tree and a low well.

Pradnakt parks the speeder in front of the garage and calls to someone in the house.

(—but there's no one in the house?)

The door opens, revealing a personlike silhouette against the light inside the building.

(aaa????)

Pradnakt signs to the figure, and - it? they? - approach, coming close enough to be seen in the dim light: they're - she's? - made of silvery metal, her torso and upper arms mostly covered with raised flowers that occasionally catch enough light to glitter in various colors. "Daisy," the woman says by way of introduction, gesturing to the figure.

(aaaaaaaaaaaaa)

Yeah he's frozen up again now.

Okay.

She signs some more, and Daisy goes back inside.

It takes him a minute to go from 'frozen' to 'staring nervously at the house'.

That is a really weird reaction to have to a droid.

She slips off the speeder and goes to sit by the fire circle - much closer to the door - tosses a spark of electricity into it to light it once she's settled, and begins meditating: he's not Force-sensitive, that's clear enough, but she can read his mind anyway, it just takes a bit more effort to find it among the background noise of local life.

When she has been off the speeder for a minute he also gets off the speeder, slowly, and sits on the ground and hugs his knees and tries unsuccessfully to think.

He is bewildered on so many levels that he's starting to lose track of all the ways this situation makes no sense, and that's terrifying, and this strange woman has some kind of really intimidating aura going on that he's never seen the like of before, which is also terrifying separately from the general terrifyingness of the rest of the situation, and also there is a person in that house who is some kind of nicely decorated robot, she could just come up to him and touch him and he would have no way to stop her, that is the most terrifying out of all the many very terrifying things going on here. (He keeps circling back to that last one, but he is by no means together enough for his mind to lay out the actual chain of logic that explains why a robot is exempt from his ability to stop people from doing things to him that he doesn't want them to.)

...uh, okay. For someone who is very obviously not Force-sensitive, he sure seems to think he has Force powers, or at least something like them; that's worrying. (Did he somehow lose his Force sensitivity and not notice? That seems implausible, but then so does him appearing out of thin air...)

It is at least obvious that he's never seen a Sith before, and at this juncture the aura is doing nothing but upsetting him; she drops it.

—that's—good? Maybe?? aaa.

Better than nothing, anyway.

She leaves the telepathy going and goes inside to make tea for both of them.

He keeps trying to come up with any sane explanation for how he ended up in this strange place with this strange person (firebender? with inexplicable ominous aura??) and her strange technology, and he keeps failing to think of anything, and then he keeps remembering that there's a robot over there who could just touch him and everything becomes aaaa for another little while.

Well. Tea. She brings it out on a tray, with a little bowl of sugar and a cup of milk; she approaches as close as he's comfortable with, sets the tray down, and backs off that far again with her own mug.

Comfortable is a relative term. But anyway.

Tea is a thing he recognizes and can deal with! Having one thing present that he recognize and can deal with is a vast improvement over not having any! He is soothed by that and by the tangible presence of water and even by the tea itself once he has some, although it tastes sort of unfamiliar. At least it's not poisoned. That's probably a good sign.

She makes a quizzical face at him, puts her tea down, and goes to draw a bucket of water up from the well.

—???

Water. In a bucket. She's not sure why he finds that comforting, but given he does: sure, whatever. She brings it over - carrying it both much more easily and much more neatly than one would expect, from the size of the bucket and how full it is - and leaves it by the tray, and then goes back to her tea.

yes except this implies she has somehow been reading his mind this whole time which is also completely terrifying

who would even want to read his mind??? he doesn't want to be in his mind half the time, what's she getting out of it??? also he was not aware that that was even a theoretically possible thing at all??? is she literally a spirit, is he somehow in the spirit world - he reaches for the bucket and a drop of water comes up to dance across his fingers - no you can't bend in the spirit world so there goes that theory and he is back to square what the fuck.

...okay. Maybe some leadership will help here. She clears her throat to get his attention, and then points to the house: "Daisy." Taps her chest: "Pradnakt." Gestures at him, expectantly.