Friends were hard to come by. Cal can certainly empathize with Poe, BD-1 being the first that he'd been able to call a friend in a long time.

He moves closer to the hatch, flinching as the wind gusts in once it's opened. It doesn't sound any more promising than it had been when they'd landed. "Hopefully," he mutters. "It'd be a real problem for us if they were wrong about it."

Tugging up his hood, he takes a step out into the wind-whipped rains, bringing a hand up to shield his face. BD-1 hunkers low behind him. "Wish they'd had a little more to go on than just that we had to stop this storm somehow!" he says as he glances back towards Poe, having to raise his voice above the noise.