[He screws up his face trying to figure out if he's seen something vaguely familiar, but eventually comes up short. The mimicry at least gets an amused snort before he shakes his head. It sounds, from her recollection, mostly harmless, which would explain the surprise that brought her here in the first place.]
I don't know, I guess that depends on what sound a rabbit makes?
[No, he's not letting this go. The banter is--for all he's known Gwen of a whole 30 seconds--familiar. More familiar than the terrain, or whatever lurks out there ahead of them with an apparent affinity for fingers.]
Whatever it was, I'm not too interested in letting it get the drop on us.
[And that's familiar too, at least if he continues to treat all of this like nothing more than a particularly long and extended mission from the Jedi Council. Then he doesn't have to consider how very far away any of that authority, or anything actually familiar, really is.
Unclipping the lightsaber hilt from his belt, he motions in the direction of the sound, and then follows his own lead into the dense foliage.]
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I don't know, I guess that depends on what sound a rabbit makes?
[No, he's not letting this go. The banter is--for all he's known Gwen of a whole 30 seconds--familiar. More familiar than the terrain, or whatever lurks out there ahead of them with an apparent affinity for fingers.]
Whatever it was, I'm not too interested in letting it get the drop on us.
[And that's familiar too, at least if he continues to treat all of this like nothing more than a particularly long and extended mission from the Jedi Council. Then he doesn't have to consider how very far away any of that authority, or anything actually familiar, really is.
Unclipping the lightsaber hilt from his belt, he motions in the direction of the sound, and then follows his own lead into the dense foliage.]