He feels all that is going on beneath the surface carefully, sifting through them one at a time to paint a full picture of the woman before him. She has a sense about her that reminds him of the Mandalorians in Death Watch under his command. That coldness mixed in with the desire to find out who the strongest was. That entire focused nature of her made him muse that she would make a good minion.

It instinctively makes Maul pull himself up to his full height and roll his shoulders back, the intensity in his eyes giving him a permanent sort of glare. It was showing off in a physical sense that he was no one to be messed with.

"What is your name?" He pauses and the barest hint of humor seeps through his next words. "You do have a name, don't you?" Hey, for all he knows, she comes from a place where they don't give out names to their people. Weirder things can be found in the galaxy!