Kaan sat quietly, his nearly empty blue milk on the table in front of him. His eyes peered right at his old table until Anahera arrived and crushed the tracking device. His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked away not to attract any attention to himself. The force was powerful in the one who came looking for him and when she reached out, it came even more apparent to the observing Kaan. The Force has been right to guide him out of the way of a fight he was not ready for. Now he knew more about what was after him so he could prepare properly and possibly ambush her.
The Mirialan drank the rest of his blue milk before standing up and leaving. As he was crossing the road, he intentionally send a surge of Force to Anahera to not only tease her but to get her interest and follow him to a place where he could take care of her so she wouldn't become a real threat to him, the people of Mos Eisley or further Jedi. He made sure she noticed his Force trail and then slipped into a back alley near her landing pad. After arriving, he imbued a small gonk droid with some of his force signature, toned his own signature as low as he could and lay into waiting.
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan