Ben nodded and stood. He tucked his slate into his pack then swung it onto his back, securing the straps around his body and then re-wrapping his headwrap. He once again became a quiet and anonymous ghost of a man - all traces of his identity were gone, he was reduced to the pack and the clothing, and not a scrap of skin or hair was visible, even his eyes shrouded with a veil of fabric like cheesecloth. He followed Rey out to her speeder and clambered up behind her. Again, he wrapped his arms around her waist and clung, eyes squeezed shut against the sickening sight of so much land speeding by.