Kanan's gaze snapped up from the lightsaber in his hand toward the door, and then back down at the weapon again.

"Oh, kark me," he muttered, shoving the hilt into his clothing and making a grab for his holocron. He had both hidden in the folds of his tunic by the time he opened the door, looking... tired. Still. It had been a good week for being exhausted, apparently. "Peter."

He reached a hand up to run through his-- still pulled back hair. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work out so well.

"Uh. Come in. To what do I owe the pleasure?"