[This is usually the moment when someone drops a "I have a bad feeling about this," but the bad feeling settled into a heavy unease some time ago, and it's a massive understatement. The lightsaber is switched off, but kept in-hand.]

Neither have I. But I'm not sure a commlink would work all the way out here anyway, wherever this is.

[Stuck on an unheard of planet, separated from almost anything familiar, he has an inkling that finding a signal would be a long-shot, even at short range. But that leaves him with the problem of a tailing padawan, though it's not exactly unwelcome.]

We'll get back, don't worry. [And he hopes he sounds more confident in that than he is, because those same communication problems aren't minor ones.] It might smell like death down here, but I'm not about to pitch in.

[Not without a fight, at least.]