Chopper seems ready to regale Kanan with how he could take a hundred Jawas at once, but Hera's learned that sometimes the best tactic is to ignore him. She draws her hood a little farther forward, and turns to join Kanan at the ramp.

"We'll be back before sundown," she calls back to Chopper as she moves. "And the ship better be here."

He still beeping grumpily, but Chopper does start to head toward the upper decks from where he'll have to keep watch. Hera pauses next to Kanan, looking out across the open desert beyond, the distant towers of Mos Elrey still black on the horizon, though the purple color of the sky is fading to a pale blue.

"Ready?" she asks.