"... About what? Needing the sonic? I mean, we only have the one, so..." Chirrut calls back, hastily securing his robes from long habit (and a bit of hidden stitching to let him know which side goes on the outside). Chirrut palms open the door, nearly running into a

(Force he smells good)

sweaty Baze for his troubles.

"Sorry, gotta go or I'll be late." He adds as the bells high in the temple start chiming.