That scavenger girl had been a nuisance from the start. First, she'd blasted a hole right in the middle of an ancient temple; then, she'd dropped a huge rock on one of their wheelbarrows. Now, she was making a racket blasting off Ahch-To in the middle of the night.
The Caretakers grumbled amongst one another, voicing their obvious disapproval. What could possibly be so important that she would leave in such a hurry?
The sound of the Falcon grew deafeningly louder until they realized it was passing right over their huts.
"E-CHEW-A!" one of them said exasperatedly, getting out of bed as the rest followed single-file outside.
It was worse than they expected: the wind from the Falcon had knocked over anything that wasn't cemented to the ground, including their carefully constructed clotheslines and the wheelbarrows not stored in the sheds.
They watched, visibly upset, as the Falcon disappeared behind a cloud. At least the girl wasn't around to mess anything else up.