She followed him at a short distance, keeping her stance low and her eyes darting for any threats. Where was he taking her? Was he a local? He spoke like her, well, he had a strong Republic accent at least... Was this a First Order outpost? Had they not got the news?
Suddenly she was on even higher alert as she followed him down the rough-hewn path. "What year?" She asked, "Uh, it's 35BBY, obviously." How did he not know what year it was? Was this place so far in the outer realms that time was relative?