He barely notices the hand at his back, but only because it's Wedge. This is his familiar, safe haven and he's more at ease now than he has been in weeks. He'd be more aware if Wedge removed himself entirely.

The short walk isn't protested at all. In fact, if Wedge can show him anything else of comfort he's more than eager. At some point Luke will have a multitude of questions to ask him but just basking in the presence of someone he knows so well is enough for him right now.

At the top of the service lift, the view is pretty spectacular. It's no field of green grass and blue sky but it's still a far cry more impressive than anything he's seen here so far. Luke's lips part as he stares across the shipyard. The comparison to ships they knew from their Matrix feels bittersweet to Luke and he gives a very small hint of a sad smile.

It grows just a little at Wedge's last comment. "It doesn't surprise me at all that you've already drawn up your own designs."

His eyes pause on each hovercraft, trying to catch glimpses of crews. "So do you think I could find something to do out there?" It's not that Luke doesn't believe in his abilities, he's simply suffering from a momentary funk that will fade with time. He hates feeling useless.