You have made a short brown alien very pleased, Ben Solo.

With permission given to her, she doesn't hesitate to get right into the young man's face. As Maz focus the lenses around her eyes, her mind cards through all the various sentients that she's met in her long life.

The former jedi turned sith will notice that she does not draw upon the force to investigate him. She is simply looking. Though, it's not exactly the most comfortable thing to have someone peering into your eyes that deeply. When she's satisfied, she takes a few steps backward, making the distance more comfortable between them again.

"I know what your father wants." A touch of a wry smile turns up the leathery corners of her lips at the thought. "What is it that you want?"