[Ryloth wasn't much better than Canto Bight, especially not after Imperial Occupation. The fact that they'd managed to stay away from the claws of the First Order was only thanks to the fact that the Supremacy was still so deep in the Outer Rim. But even Ben has to admit when its time to go, so -- here he is, on Ryloth, in the same atmosphere as the Resistance, but far enough away from their base to avoid any real association.

He's alone in the cantina, counting what's left of his credits from his last job, when he hears purposeful demands in Huttese. It only takes him a second longer to recognize Kira's cold.

Kriff.

Quickly, he downs the rest of his drink and scoops the majority of his credits into a small pouch before heading for the door in hopes of beating the landing security--but he'd done this once before already. If Kira was here, she knew that he was here as well. The most he could do was try and help drive her off Ryloth. Running would only promise that people would get hurt.

So, with an unease sigh, he pulls his blaster from his holster and turns to approach the gathering entourage at the landing platform. His eyes note the singular shuttle, and the lack of troops.

She'd been about to be cleared when:]

No, no -- you got the right idea. This one's trouble for sure. Best send her on her way.

[Both twi'lek throw Ben their own skeptical looks, blasters still trained on Kira.]

But first...don't tell me you came all the way out here just to see me.