Chopper blats with the standard annoyance that always goes with any 'change of plan.' Hera keeps her eyes ahead, slowing the speeder and gliding it more gently among a grove of trees.

She loops among them easily enough, the lights along the speeder's front illuminating their path, until she dips it down, along a narrow rock crevice that cuts through the otherwise upward slope.

It's not exactly a ravine, but it will do. Hera pulls out a flashlight. "You can take a look at the outside while I'm under the hood."