She has managed to find some additional clothing at the residence that they have apparently been given. She does question that, and rightly so. Yet the attire makes her slightly less conspicuous. She is used to being a shadow now, lingering out of the light, keeping her identity concealed. The hood only covers her though and doesn't change the general shape of her. So far, those that she has seen have been human in appearance, and Ahsoka isn't too certain what to make of that. Isn't too certain what to make of any of this. The stories that she has heard have been too far fetched, and yet she cannot deny the collar around her neck that refuses to undo.

Information is something that Ahsoka has been good at getting. Moreso now with the rise of the Empire. The truth is a word only, lost, distorted, abused. She lingers on the outskirts of the festival, watching, learning, studying. It isn't until later that her attention is drawn, to watch an individual, and Ahsoka finds herself blinking in surprise. He looks so much like... But she cuts that thought off. Anakin is dead. So many of her brothers and sisters died, and the memory of it still echoes within her. It isn't until he comes closer, having move on from the individual that he had been speaking to, that Ahsoka answers the question that had not been directed at her. "From what I can tell, there is no obvious form of resistance. More of an each their own."