A man sat on the lip of a fountain with his legs half-crossed: a man with little to draw Obi-Wan Kenobi's attention, save the way he scuffed his foot on the ground in front of him in concentric circles, in a sort of arithmetic fidget. His attention was absorbed in his comm device, on which he tabbed through options with one finger, occasionally typing something in with three. He had a long tailored coat loose around his shoulders and a scarf looped around his neck and--perhaps more interestingly--some kind of string instrument in his lap.

As Obi-Wan came closer the stranger's eyes flicked up to him, then back down to his tablet for a moment. As Obi-Wan fell into conversation with another passerby next to the fountain--a man carrying a shoulder bag--the stranger with the violin glanced up at them again: no, at Obi-Wan specifically. Something had caught his half-lidded attention.

As the short conversation went on, he looked back at his tablet. When he spoke up to interpose himself, he did so without looking up or clearing his throat; "What is that thing?" he said. "On your belt?"

He did not specify whom he was addressing. Presumably only one of them had a thing on his belt.