He says her name and it rings through her mind, settling her when nearly all she can think about is how cold she is. There's something in his tone, and it takes her a moment to place it. Fondness.

"I'll do my best," she replies with a smile of her own, teeth chattering slightly. When she sees stairs in the distance, she makes herself run through the wet sand to get to it. Nearly everything she sees is unfamiliar to her, and she stares up at a giant mechanical circle, struck with curiosity for a moment before shakes her head and turns away.

"I'm up on the boardwalk. There isn't anyone here." She can tell that this might be a lively place, but right now it is shuttered and dark. There are small booths and she reads them all, not quite making sense of any of them. She knows what cotton is, and candy, but not what the words mean together.

"Look for my light," she says again, hoisting her lightsaber up into the air with one arm. "I'm by a place that seems to sell whatever a corndog is."