Hera just smiles, at Wrema and then at Sucasa, as they walk back among the crowds.

It's not getting dark quite yet, but the sun is starting to get lower. She'd rather they stay visible for as long as they can, but if it gets late enough, they'll have to head back to the ship, and try to get comfortable for the night. There are lodgings here, Hera knows, but she'd rather conserve the credits they have for as long as she can. And maybe she doesn't want the girls to have to spend the night above a cantina.