It is only when she glances down at the gear in his hand and scoots out of the way that he remembers why he walked down here in the first place, though it seems terribly unimportant now. And yet of course that isn't quite true - aside from the fact that even Jedi who are feeling decidedly shaken still need to eat eventually, the part where his dwindling supplies happened to send him here, now, today, is not lost on Plo either.

Still, he is going to need a moment. Or several.

And so he breathes in, steadying, and says "How so?"

He steps forward at his usual unhurried pace as he does, half kneeling to lay the items flat next to one of the wooden support columns that rises from the pier, where they will be out of the way: the rod, the little latched box full of hooks and other such things, and an insulated bag folded beneath the rest.