"Ok, that's basically why I picked my comms tower," Ezra admits. "But it had, you know, a door, and a roof, and I scavenged to spruce it up a little," he mutters, waving around a hand. "You could carve out actual rooms, further into the rock and down, I bet, with the right tools."

Maybe not. He hasn't gone poking structural integrity with the Force or anything. But it's a thought.