The voice that comes from behind him doesn't startle him, or if it does, he will never openly admit it. Instead, he whirls on his heel, crouching slightly as his single blade points at the man. Cautious. Cautious, he looks more like a cornered animal than a proud Sith Lord.

"And who, exactly, are you?" He snarls, baring fangs as his other hand reaches towards the Dark Saber on his belt. His mechanical legs creak slightly as he adjusts his weight, prepares himself for a fight.

"You are not Death Watch- tell me, where am I, and who brought me here?"