he wasn’t used to being the same height as normal people, he was used to hiding behind the legs of people or being held in their arms - so walking around was still strange to him. “are there no ships around here?” he asked, not looking to anyone in particular - he just hoped that he would find someone who knew what he was talking about and not someone who thought he was talking about the ones that sailed on water.
“d’you mean a boat or a starcruiser?” he had learned along the way that most people didn’t understand what ben meant when he spoke of home. but he also- stopped giving a kark about that sort of thing a long time ago- sometimes it was worth a shot. “if you mean the kind of ships that have a hyperdrive- we’re both out of luck in that department.” he thought about his a wing- wherever it was now. probably torn to scrap by some jawas who didn’t understand its value. “sorry to break it to you.”