Her emotions seem to feel almost familiar in a sense, things that he himself had experienced. She was no dummy or brainless mook, that was for certain. This is someone here who knows what she wants and how to get it. Her feelings aren't aimless, no there is a sharpness to them like a tack.

He'll have to be watching this one.

He looks at the name. So it is Neo. He doesn't immediately connect it to the word Neopolitan despite her rather unique coloration. One has to wonder if they even have ice cream in a galaxy far, far away. Poor deprived aliens. "My name is Maul." He gives a short jerk of his head by way of greeting rather then shaking hands or anything like that.