"Well," Kanan says, after a long moment of silence, "they haven't tried to kill us yet. And I don't . . . "

He frowns, taking another deep breath. There's still a heavy scent in the air, but it's less oppressive than it was in the other room. And maybe he's getting used to the heat.

"I don't feel like anything's wrong. Not that that means much, but -- "