"Yeah, that's usually what people say when they're about to pass out," she counters, smirking a bit as she leads him slowly up the staircase and towards the large entry hall. The door's still open, guards still scattered along the ground, and she keeps him walking up against the wall for support as they head out into the open air.

"Not too far. Short ride to the hangar, and then we'll get you back to base."

Maybe he's familiar enough with the heat, the sand, the dry air that's characteristically Tattooine. Then again, maybe he's too disoriented to notice - though she should likely give him more credit than that.

They approach her speeder and she eases him towards it, helping him get settled before hopping on and starting it up.