Obi-Wan had come along willingly. Not because he had to, of course; extracting himself from the escort would have been well within his skillset. But, he's curious, and this council of leaders, spearheading the Inquisition by some mysterious mechanic of charisma and seniority have yet to address them all personally, in any real capacity.

He likes to think of himself as a reasonable man; he carefully packs away the disassembled pieces of his lightsaber, safe enough as it is for now, and does as he's told.

"A pleasure to meet you. I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi," He hesitated, watching Cassandra's face as he speaks, but saw no recognition there. Not surprising, but nor was it encouraging, "I am a citizen of the Galactic Republic, first and foremost. In the service of that Republic, I'm afraid I don't have the luxury of keeping a permanent residence."