It's promised, he's sure of that. But it was, in some ways, another mission. One to deliver supplies and gather information. And having Tech at his back, well. It was familiar and comforting, making this a welcome sort of mission. Not one he was relaxed or calm about, but one he didn't need to overly worry about his man at his back or his ability to protect Vader's back.

And he'd much rather Tech, with his disposition, in that place than one of his brothers with a more excitable temperament.

He can sense them. And he hasn't forgotten the oranges either - and that they were supposed to offer them. As a result, if he sensed someone lurking but being shy, he'd work one loose and levitate it over to the spirit, offering it that way. Something the shy ones seemed to like - they felt relief and gratitude at any rate.

But the bolder ones...well. He could sense those too. Was using his ability to sense them to weave his way deeper but also clear of them - he'd be exhausted come the end of this, better to not court a fight too early - in a way that wasn't avoidant. Respecting a boundary, or trying to, but if their space was crossed into, Vader wasn't going to back down.

Which looked to be coming to a head, as something quite angry was heading at them and didn't seem inclined to respect their space at all. "Our midnight-twenty." He kept his voice quiet, enough to carry to Tech but not beyond him.