Tatooine - Leia | Tony
“You construct this sort of stuff for a living?” She wondered, and when he said a full suit, her mind pictured something not unlike Mandalorian armour, something that was striking even amongst the speeders, droids and tech of this galaxy; common and culturally significant on Mandalor. As an afterthought she added. “Hopefully the gauntlet is all we need.” Whilst she’s prepared for trouble, as best she can be, Leia’s really hoping this all can go as smoothly as possible.
“How about we split up?” Leia considered after a moment or two of thought on his reasoning, the latter just made sense. Plus, he ought to have the chance to scavenge for himself too, and when it came down to it, her efforts of finding anything really that suitable for Ben’s mess of a ship were all based on hope. He’d mentioned taking a last pass over the place before they leave, so that ought to do it. “I guess soon as we’ve near lost our light, or we've got as much as we can carry, we can reconvene?” She could suppose they had a good chunk of time to scavenge still - after all, Tatooine had twin suns. “Sooner if something unexpected happens?” It truly seemed deserted as she took another slow look across the piles of junk, still Leia’s hand was close by the blaster at her hip.
Having spotted a mess of large netted bags hanging on a rusty old hook attached to a post by the entrance; presumably for patrons to throw their hall in, she went over. As short as she was Leia started making an effort to attempt to get at least one down.