"They say similar about this place," Ben remarks, but lightly. Not for the same reasons or to the same extent.

It's not much of a city if you're used to Coruscant or Sundari - mostly low white buildings hunched together around white sandy roads. But even this many people in this heat creates a smell and a noise that oppresses.

They wend their way through the city towards the space ports, and Ben keeps an eye out as they do so. Thankfully he sees no white plastoid helmets, and is able to stay relaxed.