From where he's landed, Nathan hoots with joy, throwing up an armful of leaves before he sits up in time to see Vanya's shrug, her arms out at her sides. He grins, though it begins to fade in increments when he realizes they're being watched.

By a fucking Jedi.

Nathan would recognize that robe and beard anywhere. The lightsaber at his waist only serves to confirm what Nathan has already been told by that Jedi no one even knows about, at least in his world, because there aren't any movies about her. Rey, he thinks she'd called herself. She'd told him she'd sic Obi-Wan Kenobi on her and now that he's actually seeing the man for himself, Nathan's eyes only widen and he points, then bounces to his feet.

"Obi-Motherfucking-Wan Kenobi!" he shouts.