Meta was absolutely amazed at how oblivious to the world the Jedi could be. True, he was a dead spot in their Force, but a little paranoia couldn't hurt when one of your comrades was killed by a cultist. The Jedi had just walked right him, intent on some purpose. The Sith that followed did so more slowly, and displayed the proper cues of someone who could feel a set of eyes on them. There also appeared to be some emotional trauma, though that could be from over-reading. The puffy red eyes contributed to that opinion. Even she though just walked on by him, granted slowly. He decided not to let this one pass however.
“Hello there,” Meta spoke up from the wall he was leaning on. “It looks like you've had quite a time since you've arrived here and your friend is still going.”