It's a surprising turn of events. The commando had gone through all that to catch Boba... just to ask him a couple of questions and give him some advice? And Boba had barely given him any information either.

He doesn't follow as the clone moves back towards the stairwell, simply watching him go with a vague sense of puzzlement and, oddly, of guilt. If Boba had known that's all Echo wanted, he wouldn't have given him such a hard time. He watches the clone leave in silence for another beat—and then speaks up.

"I'm sorry for pushing those shelves over on you." The words come out in a quiet rush, embarrassed but sincere. "I thought you were going to..." A pause and he breaks off. His helmet cants downward as he kicks the carpeted floor at his feet. "I don't know."

He does know. He'd thought Echo would do what Durge or Aurra or the Count or Libkath had tried to do. They'd all wanted different things, but every one of their plans would've ended with Boba in a bad way. Or just dead, more often than not. The clone may unnerve him the way all clones of his father do, but Boba can still recognize that he didn't deserve to be lumped in with all those others. Boba crosses his arms.

"Like I said, I was running before I got here, so..." A shrug. "I guess I didn't think to stop."