He nodded slightly, because he never actually went anywhere in this desert without at least basic, survival, supplies. He did stop long enough to grab currency, though.

That wasn't packing. That was his cloak. It had pockets.

He wrapped the thing around him and put the hood up as he stepped outside and stayed quiet and lost in thought as they made their way toward 'civilization' and the space port.

Which was, as they got closer, a steadily more crowded endeavor.