The young man was not overly thrilled to be...wherever he was. He had not chosen to be here. And his sense of the Force too... was... odd. He had closed his eyes, he was trying to find his balance and his calm, when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He spun, pulling free, drawing his lightsaber as he faced the... whoever it was.

His eyes narrowed. "Who am I? Quite possibly the one to teach you some manners," he said, that cocky air coming back to him. This place... made no sense. The feelings in the Force... made no sense. But this? Yeah, he had this. After all, Jedis are supposed to be teachers. And he was about to teach this idiot a lesson. Whoever he was.