Baze laughs at Chirrut--his Chirrut--and his posturing, like a lothcat rubbed the wrong way.
"No, we are under a temple," Baze says, looking around at all the hustle and bustle of a fully-operational Rebel camp. "The planet is orange, but the temple is largely brown and green, with a lot of plants around."
He cups Chirrut's elbow, leading him off the ramp. "Over here they are preparing the ships. Do you smell the fuel? There is food to the left of us. Some meat dish, probably, you can smell it better than I can."
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Date: 2017-04-01 06:11 am (UTC)"No, we are under a temple," Baze says, looking around at all the hustle and bustle of a fully-operational Rebel camp. "The planet is orange, but the temple is largely brown and green, with a lot of plants around."
He cups Chirrut's elbow, leading him off the ramp. "Over here they are preparing the ships. Do you smell the fuel? There is food to the left of us. Some meat dish, probably, you can smell it better than I can."