When Loki looks like he's struggling to sit, moving gingerly, Cal can't override his instinct to step closer and cast a concerned eye up and down the man to see if there's any obvious trauma that needs immediate attention, like rips or blaster holes in his strange outfit or blood and bruises anywhere visible. The situation is weird, granted, and the guy's casual attitude considering the circumstances is also a little strange... but if someone needs help than they need help. (Never mind that he's already been lectured about his hero complex by Greez twice in the last few days, that's neither here nor there.)
Surely the Force would warn him if this were dangerous. The thing with Dagan was... different. Or something. The fallen Jedi was just as connected to the Force as Cal is, not that Cal knows for sure that Loki isn't in his own way. Listen... "Definitely afternoon," he agrees, tone light and breezy even though he's still trying to judge how hurt Loki may or may not be, before figuring the quickest way to judge will be offering the god a hand to help him stand up if he needs it. "I haven't seen you around before." Wow, now he's even talking like a local. Feels weird, but he's been so much of a busybody on Koboh for the last few weeks that he's fairly sure he knows every face and almost every name of all the prospectors in the area. Loki definitely does not look like one of the raiders or the recently arrived Imps, either. "Did you just, uh..." he steals a glance around the crater that they're standing in, which notably doesn't contain any intact starship or escape pod. "Land?"
Normally he tries not to pry. Force knows his life has been saved more than once by strangers not questioning him too much, but the situation is too bizarre to keep all his curiosity at bay until he can poke around with psychometry, like a cheater. He shakes his head to get himself back on track and follows up with: "Are you alright? My buddy's got stims if you're hurt." He tilts his head deliberately to one side to make room for BD-1 to pop up over his shoulder and beep out an affirmative about the offer.
no subject
Surely the Force would warn him if this were dangerous. The thing with Dagan was... different. Or something. The fallen Jedi was just as connected to the Force as Cal is, not that Cal knows for sure that Loki isn't in his own way. Listen... "Definitely afternoon," he agrees, tone light and breezy even though he's still trying to judge how hurt Loki may or may not be, before figuring the quickest way to judge will be offering the god a hand to help him stand up if he needs it. "I haven't seen you around before." Wow, now he's even talking like a local. Feels weird, but he's been so much of a busybody on Koboh for the last few weeks that he's fairly sure he knows every face and almost every name of all the prospectors in the area. Loki definitely does not look like one of the raiders or the recently arrived Imps, either. "Did you just, uh..." he steals a glance around the crater that they're standing in, which notably doesn't contain any intact starship or escape pod. "Land?"
Normally he tries not to pry. Force knows his life has been saved more than once by strangers not questioning him too much, but the situation is too bizarre to keep all his curiosity at bay until he can poke around with psychometry, like a cheater. He shakes his head to get himself back on track and follows up with: "Are you alright? My buddy's got stims if you're hurt." He tilts his head deliberately to one side to make room for BD-1 to pop up over his shoulder and beep out an affirmative about the offer.