Kanan is making fairly good time in his attempt to get somewhere less precarious. Although he can't see, the smell of coolant and the heat alone are motivation enough to find somewhere objectively safer. He's been listening for others, ready to help, but the trill of binary is the first unusual sound he's heard. He pauses to determine the type of droid when he hears someone speak.

"It's fine. I'm used to more cantankerous droids."

He flashes a wry half-smile.

"Kanan. And yeah I'm looking for somewhere a little less deadly."