There certainly are, er, more pleasant ways to wake up, [he agrees, and then pauses to consider Zelda politely. From the way she speaks, her formal bearing, and her mentions of restless nights, he can only guess that she's a politician of some sort, or someone of otherwise considerable importance. In this way, she reminds him a little of Padmé–– but perhaps with a little less of the Nabooan senator's outspokenness. The thought brings the gentlest of smiles to the Jedi's face.]

Well, I.. suppose the least I can do after falling asleep on you is introduce myself. [He offers a respectful nod.] My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. And you are?