Padmé could say that she didn't notice him, at least not right away. Her attention had been elsewhere, her mind thinking over everything that she has learned since finding herself here. Given the situation, she had moved to make a life for herself here, or as much of a life as she could. It was, for starters, a spaceship, and there was also the issue of her demise.

It wasn't until someone else murmured something that Padmé's attention turned. Of course the moment she saw him she knew who he was, and while he had always looked aged, Padmé would almost say that he had aged even further. What did throw her was his attire. It was like nothing that Padmé had ever seen the Jedi in before.

Brows slightly furrowed, Padmé did approach him. "Master Yoda?"