The 'sir' really does amuse him, but Obi-Wan simply shakes his head as he sits in a chair at the table, turned to face the boy. Young man, honestly, but Obi-Wan has felt positively ancient for years now, so anyone under forty automatically gets downgraded to 'boy'.

"While I appreciate the politeness, I'm-- you can call me Ben." Best not to go throwing around the name of a decorated war general, the Negotiator, even if this lad would have no idea who he was. "As for being on your way, I'm not sure you're aware, but your..." he hesitates briefly, "ship, as far as I could tell, is in no condition to fly - it's half-buried in sand at the moment, and even if you could dig it out, I'm sure it would need repairs, and I can guarantee you won't be able to find parts for it in town."

"You're not troubling me, other than giving me the momentary fright of thinking I'd been too late to help." He jokingly pats his russet hair. "I'll be white before I know it, at this rate."