"Yes?" Kit would've raised an eyebrow, if he had had the necessary feature; instead, he just tilted his head as he walked closer to Zim. "Kit Fisto, of the Jedi Council." It was a relief that the shouting had stopped, for himself and those within earshot, and almost a surprise that there seemed to be no great crisis as a cause of the noise. Smiling a little, the Jedi clasped his hands behind his back, looking at the little invader with natural curiosity. He didn't believe he'd seen that species before...