Obi-Wan could tell the poor woman was nervous but he wasn't sure why. He watched as she seemed to fiddle with her hands, and wanted to ease her mind. Maybe it was just her nature? But she presented herself formally so he wasn't sure if that was really the case.
As she explained the situation, he nodded and sighed, stroking his beard and thinking it over. Stark. Right. He remembered hearing about him before. And he wasn't really sure what to think of him. Men like Tony Stark- or at least, men who sounded like Tony Stark were usually never good in leadership roles. Then again, he hadn't exactly met the man, so should he judge?
"Hmm...so we're stranded for now." Obi looked up at the sky, squinting against the planet's single sun. "I think the doors might be our only option. Has anyone been through one, yet?"
It felt like the most reasonable step, even if they'd have to be very cautious about it.