"So that's why I keep wanting to hum John Williams."

Dinah looks down at her feet long enough to confirm they are human, or at least humanoid bones, and up again to frown at the far, but flimsy ceiling.

If a rancor does turn up, she won't be able to unleash a sonic scream in here without burying themselves.

It's while she's doing that, facing Voodoo, that a small white animal lopes gently into view behind her.