Given the nature of lamp travel, it doesn't take Ezra terribly long to get to Crenshaw. And then, when he casts his senses into the Force, he night immediately pinpoints Anakin's presence in the Force.

There really is something distinctive about people descended from Anakin Skywalker, he thinks - and the elder Anakin himself, of course. Looking back, even submerged in the Dark Side, behind the mask of Vader, that had been true.

A few more minute and he's taking a couple of Force-aided leaps to come up to where Anakin Solo is perched, and flips back the hood of his cloak, as he settles.

"Hey," he says, warm and simple, with a quick smile.

He sits in an easy crossed legged position, close enough they can talk quietly. And then waits, letting Anakin steer the conversation.