Ezra is silent for a couple seconds, trying to rapidly sort through his thoughts to pin down the most relevant information, figure out the right questions to ask.

"I'm Caleb Dume's padawan," he whispers, then swallows down the tumult of emotion conjured up with that admission. But those bare facts are already known to Empire, so they're relatively safe to say. If he is meeting Master Kenobi is some sort of out of fashion, those are things the Jedi sort of needs to know.

Then he adds, after a beat of hesitation. "Was-"

Kanan is dead. But that's not important right now. He shakes his head, trying to clear it.

"The guy who let me out mentioned meeting up with...Brycen? What do you think?"