"I'm fine, Jedi," Maul said. with a snarl. There was something a bit feral about the Zabrak, in everything from his closed-off posture to the fangs in his mouth to the hand that hovered over the extra-long lightsaber hilt clipped at his waist. In his mind, he'd shown weakness, and that could be used against him, especially by someone who belonged to the order that was made up of the Sith's mortal enemies.

He glared at Luke with anger and hate in his eyes, though neither of those emotions seemed to be felt on a personal level. Maul just naturally seemed like a person who was always furious. It was how he'd survived for this long.

He nodded his horned head towards the peephole. "If the way out is through there, I am content to remain in here for now." Even as he said that, he could feel a sense of unease curling around him, like the walls were closing in the already small room.