Hera nods, turning and walking back through the tall grass toward the Ghost.

At the base of the ship's ramp, Chopper's now rolling from side to side, spinning his dome wildly, apparently playing a game with his newly adopted porg friend that involves seeing how long the bird can stay perched on him while he flails.

She stops, watching these antics for just a few seconds, before deciding she'd rather not get involved. Instead, she continues on into the ship, to see if Chop had at least managed to run that diagnostic.