"Lucky talent to have," he mutters, wishing (not for the first time) that he had a talent that didn't just involve being able to get up again after dying. Telekinesis would be a hell of a lot more useful, in the circumstances.
Earlier in the day, he was too fired up to want to run and hide from the wasps, but by this point he's got nothing left to fight them with and the general aura of fear and dread that's around means he's actually fairly happy to run away from them. He follows Leia into the building and gets the door closed them just in time for the lead wasp to slam into it.
"Phew, that was close!" he breathes, panting, and glances around. Turns out the building is the media store. Not exactly a great source of anti-wasp weapons, but at least it's indoors.