Draknyia had ditched his jedi robes in exchange for warboots a kilt and a sort of set of shoulder pads which contained a compartment where he could store his lightsaber. This get up revealed much of his body, and much of what was revealed was a testament to his combat experience. Scars from vibroblades and a couple of blasterbolt wounds. There was even an old electrical burn on the outside of his right leg, from his calf to just above his knee. The Arachnoid Jedi had aslo borrowed a blaster rifle from his hosts because, aside from knowing how to use it, it would help him to appear even less like a Jedi. And it was working. He looked far more like a merc than a Jedi.
When Beskad gave his little speech about abandoning him and protecting his intel, the Harch wasn't offended in the least. And he responded in an even and calm tone not betraying any emotion, not even the gratitude he did feel. "I understand. That is a very reasonable stance to take in your position. And I wouldn't worry about me. I haven't endangered a mission since I was fresh-faced Padawan." He had no issue with the soldier. Beskad seemed to have a good rapport with the Force, wether he knew it or not.