"Living Jedi, huh? On Jakku?" Hal asked. The height of his left eyebrow was indication enough as to his sincere belief of such claims. But, if it was a junkyard it would at least provide him with enough material to cobble together a working ship.

Pink eyes returning to the expanse of hyperspace before them, he nodded. "Yeah, she'll make it. Might not escape the atmosphere again after landing, but she'll make it."

With that he hauled himself out of his seat and pushed Karkoon back, delivering enough force - gently - to push him as if he were a normal man. "Come on, we've got the rest of you to fix up. Should have enough time to get through a few sessions before we get there. You'll be useless in sand if we don't get all your joints smoothed out. Sit down and plug in."

A second beer flew from the cooler into Hal's paw as he took a seat opposite the hulking droid suit, and he cracked it open. Alcohol soothed the nerves, and allowed him to concentrate longer before he risked burning out. And he just plain needed a beer.