He sat on the ground across from her, rubbing the last few sandworms that he hadn't been able to reach for the mass at his feet. They really weren't all that bad--at least, not at this size and not right now. Sheeana and the others of her world had told him that they could be quite deadly when they got bigger, and he had decided it would be good to believe them.

"When our guard is down. We do pretty much paint a target on our backs every time we get home from a successful mission." Luke sighed, stretching a bit. "Hopefully that won't happen though."