So his approach is a little rough around the edges. A faint huff is heard through the filter of Echo's helmet as he tips his chin forward, the thoughtful frown almost as audible behind the worn grays and blacks. "Guess that saves us some time, then."

He interprets the scowl as frustration now that he's in a completely different setting other than what he's been used to back in their galaxy. He can also be projecting that assumption onto Boba, but he doesn't mention anything about it. Not when the boy asks a question of his own.

It's only fair, seeing how well they're getting along. Echo doesn't waste his time.

"There used to be two. And now there's three."