It's something, at least. Cal isn't very thrilled with the current circumstances, much less for the fact that the only other person he recognizes is someone he'd been trying to avoid. As the Second Sister finally removes her helmet, he folds his arms again, if mostly in effort to preserve what warmth he can.

While he's more than welcoming of a truce, he's not so sure he can trust anyone from the Empire to do the same. Still, he nods as Trilla responds, flicking a quick glance around, snorting faintly.

"I can see how that'd make scouting difficult. If I hadn't conveniently ended up at the edge of town however I got here, I'm not sure where I'd be wandering. As for the Force, I felt...something like a distortion, when I first realized I wasn't where I was supposed to be. But now there's just this sense that something's... I don't know, off." Vague, he knows, but he can't quite put it into words, especially not without much understanding of where and what this place is.