At least it's only a bit, so it's not the worst first impression he could have made.

"Maybe. Either way, I didn't do it on purpose."

The man's voice isn't familiar, and clearly not female, ruling out that it's Aerith, Yuna, or Padmé.

And now that he knows where the couch--and Obi-Wan, sort of--is, he can follow the back of it down to the other end, trailing one wrist along the back.

"Do you mind if I sit over here, or would I be interrupting anything?"