Cobb feels validated in not touching the strange orb. He really wasn't in the mood for more things forced on him right now. Maybe when he's in a better mood he'll try the mystery orb because more information does hold a certain temptation.

"You say storms and I'm guessing you mean the kind with rain." Tatooine had plenty of sandstorms. Cobb could ride those out no trouble. He's never been in a rainstorm though. Desert planet.

He snorts. "Yeah, well, I think I could handle a few insulting rain drops." After what he had been called growing up as a slave? What could a storm do that was worse than that? "But I'll keep an eye on the clouds. And maybe stick close to a trusted partner."