"You believe in luck, now?" Ezra shoots back somewhere between skepticism and just a trace of teasing. He is, of course, familiar with the adage that there is no such thing, only the Force.

Then he blinks, surprised, when Ben brings him a cup, and softens. He'd been foolish enough to set out unprepared, years ago from his perspective, to find Master Kenob the first ime. This time he has enough water in his pack he should be fine to get back to Anchorhead, but any kindness is welcome. Kindness give him hope that coming out here wasn't a complete mistake.

"Thank you," he says, with emphasis, trying to catch Ben's eyes, to keep him from immediately turning away again.