She exits the ship and gives her new refuge a nervous look. Why does it have to be so… damp?

The Togruta takes a few tentative steps on the mossy landing pad, not quite believing it won't fall apart. Then she notices the other one.

The other one is sitting on the railing and smirks. "You know, this was my foxhole."

Ahsoka is more annoyed than surprised, so she smirks back and rolls her eyes, ever the one for one-upmanship. "Of all the people…"

"Same here. I suppose I'll… see you around."

The other one skids off her perch and starts walking away. Against all odds, Ahsoka doesn't exactly want her to go, so she does what she's good at and shouts.

"How do you deal with the drizzle?"

"You melt or get used to it," Assajj Ventress shouts back over her shoulder.