[ there is no life on this world, nothing that will run and dart and allow him to hunt it. however, there is life to be found in the other residents of the train cars. they travel, some at a distance and some in groups. none of them have been called to this place the way he has, brought forth from the dinosaur-laden car by the summons of another. the one he had agreed to meet is below him, practically a sassy little speck of a man at ground level. it hadn't been difficult to identify anakin, since vaati had been sent an image of him.

following him, to some degree, had been well-within vaati's wheelhouse. his skills were varied, with at least a little ability to perform a variety of tasks, let alone the way he excelled in tracking, hunting and following stealthily after a mark. at one point in anakin's walk, his force-sensitive mind would have definitely felt the sensation of impression; the way someone might press a brand to cattle, at the nape of his neck, something to make his skin crawl. from afar, vaati had marked him - a ghost of magic, the scent of acrid levin and raw meat flowing from his magical ability. ]

I don't think you deserve any of what I got my hands on.

[ outside of his texting, his voice has a particular lilt; it's light, dry. to someone native to earth, it'd sound germanic! actually he just sounds like christoph waltz, so prepare for that coming at you anakin skywalker. ]

However, as you're the only one who noticed - I'll give you an opportunity to claim what you want. You're special, like that.

[ his tone, vaguely haughty?? suggests that anakin ought to be the grateful one ]