Hera feels worse about the laundry than she does the Gamorrean's bleeding face. Maybe that's something she should think about - but not right now.

There's a pulsing from her comm, Chopper signaling. Hera looks around, trying to find the tallest spot she can, but with the suns gone and darkness fallen over the town, it's hard to make out the buildings against the dark sky.

Lights are on in a few of the windows, and she finally spots one above the others. "That's probably the highest we'll get."