"I didn't think so." She breathes out, relief heavy on her shoulders. Everything pointed in that direction to her, but she and the Force haven't worked well together for a while. Trusting her own instincts has been...difficult. "Luke isn't here, either."

Still on the ship--that's what she thinks, and later, what she'll want to believe. She knows his presence the way she knows no other, and his absence is both a relief and a burden.

For a moment, she arches her back, rolling her neck around in a stretch, and surreptitiously pockets the capsules. (Thank the Force she wore trousers today.) "Twenty will have to be enough. Any blasters?"