Ibtisam has a rebreather herself, but only really needs it when working hard. This world isn't home, but it's close enough to survive on. Mon Calamari and Quarren would colonize it readily if not for the disruptive pulses. Instead she makes sure a hank of light waterproof rope is still coiled at her belt. It might be that at some point she'll have to tie herself to him.

"Yessir." She has to stand on Wedge's flippers to fit in the airlock. They're both small people, but it's really only designed for one person at a time. This isn't comfortable. The inner door seals, and after a moment the pressure in the tiny chamber changes and water starts to fill it. It's still tropical, but the water now is cool enough to need a moment to get used to the temperature.