Boba hangs back for a moment as the Jedi moves away, shifting uncertainly from foot to foot. He's been on his own for so long now that the thought of sticking with others for survival feels almost alien—especially when one of them is a Jedi. Still, this isn't like all those other times when staying on his own had been an asset. They're already trapped here. There's no one to escape.

Another beat and Boba finally starts moving, following after the Jedi—and the funny-looking droid on his back.

"What kind of hostiles?" he asks. "And how often do they attack?"