Baze shoves Chirrut again, this time with a little more force. "Of course not," Baze says, scoffing. "I just thought you'd like to know. She's wearing very little by the way."

The woman smiles warmly at them. "I don't have anything else for you. You're free to go."

Baze hops off the bed and takes Chirrut's elbow again. "Where to now?"