Look who's talking, Sir Felucia's-whimsical-charm.

[ the only thing in his voice and glance is amusement, though. it's a fair accusation, really, and not that far off the mark. revan feels out of place out among a population that has no idea who he is and what he's done, as if he's deceiving them, so it's not as if he can enjoy an anonymous bar. his friends have scattered, the jedi are not an option, and things with bastila are..

well. he's been trying not to examine that too closely. he'd loved her as a simple republic soldier, as a jedi with a false name. as revan, knowing what was done to him, her part in it, his feelings are.. complicated. ]

Besides, it's that or brood over our situation, and that's not going to help anyone right now.