It was, Luke decided, a little unhelpful to try and feel things out with the Force--there were so many emotions from the people around him clouding it that he could hardly tell where it was all coming from. Taking a deep breath, leaning against a locker, he calmed his mind and cast out in the Force, asking it to guide him and--

Bright blue eyes sprang open with a new sense of direction, and he wove his way through the beings gathering their things until he found the source of the despair--a man seated in the corner, his hand on his forehead, looking (and feeling) very, very lost.

"Hello," he said, squatting beside the other man, and quieted. He could have said Overwhelming, isn't it or What do you think this place is? but he was fairly sure without probing the other man's mind that those questions were already running through his head and he didn't need to hear them vocalized.