[ Kanan is similarly feeling the need for a little fresh air - and possibly meditation, if he can find a nice quiet spot to do so. But apparently, there's company, and not just from the green-skinned woman who suddenly grabs him. ]
I can handle myself -
[ He grips something at his belt, and points into the darkness ahead. ]
the night of!
I can handle myself -
[ He grips something at his belt, and points into the darkness ahead. ]
There. About two meters tall, give or take.