"I wouldn't. I know what it's like to be poor," Altair said, with a small smile. He'd been dismissive of them at first, but they'd all sort of grown on him. He let their money circulate within the cult itself, and very rarely did he ask anything of them. And never without giving something in return. He said nothing about all that though.

As soon as the shuttle was attached to the ship, he got up, and put his veil back on.

It might seem like he was putting himself at sort of a disadvantage, but it was easier to focus on his surroundings with it on.

"I wasn't going to send you in ahead."

That might be the typical Sith thing to do. He was not a typical Sith.