“It’s not going to do any of us any good to go get this whatever-it-is if there’s no ship when we get back. I don’t want to come up and find there’s a company of stormtroopers or corrosive ants or something infesting the place.”
Chewbacca crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing stubbornly.
“It’s a swamp out there,” Han said. “You know how your fur gets when there’s mud.”
Chewbacca’s scowl softened a bit.
“There’ll be snakes,” Han said, his voice almost gentle.
Chewbacca was silent for a long moment, then turned and stalked back to the cockpit. The flare of the welding torch resumed.