Cal blinks his eyes as he looks around, the wind whipping his ginger hair as he does. The sands here are brutal, but he knows Jedha is worse than Tattooine, especially with the winds reminding him of Zeffo. He pulls on the cloak he has wrapped around him, pulling it up to cover his mouth as he does. BD beeps from his back and he looks back. “We’ll need a ride,” he says. “The Mantis won’t fly in these conditions, we know that.” BD beeps, and Cal gives the droid a smile behind the cloak.