His eyes soften as he hears the emotion in her words, and he sends her a calm smile. "I've fought a war before, if you'll recall; a few locals won't get the best of me."

Obi-Wan shakes his head in silent apology; he should be thankful that she's worried about him, that he has anyone left to worry about him, even as he wonders how much of her concern is for him, and how much is for her only link to the past, and her children. He can't help but feel responsible for the predicament they're in now. If he'd only known how to better handle Anakin, maybe...

"It's not me you should worry about," he says, gently rebuking, "but my wares. The scavengers wouldn't harm me - I'm an occasional customer, and if I die, they wouldn't have any more items to try and steal."