Yes. There was a connection. A link to the Force, through the agent's loathing. It was almost insubstantial, fading as soon as he let go to set his hand on the agent's shoulder. But it was there.

He didn't bother to speak again, simply guiding the man onward. His hands seemed massive compared to the agent's small frame, and it did what was required: he could steer the man, and catch him when he stumbled.

He fell into an uneasy false-trance as he began to talk again, dragging his mind down and away from its normal state. He did not reach out with the Force, and the anger from this discomfort was not woven into power. He would remain within himself, guiding them over the broken terrain.

And he observed the agent's mind. He could only sense a few fitful wisps of thought, but it felt more real than the rest of the planet around them.