Behind them is the sound of profanity in Huttese and a heavy flurry of blasterfire, but the bolts splash harmlessly off the ship's hull and the roof of nearby buildings.

Kanan takes a moment to hope that no one decided to take a few hours to watch the stars tonight, but --

"You all right?" he asks instead, rolling to his feet while keeping himself between Hera and the edge of the ramp. Not for any good reason, it just makes him feel better, and right now he'll take that.