Hera Syndulla: I did a little research on why it's so hard to land here.
Sabine Wren: And?
Hera Syndulla: The upper atmosphere is tricky.
Sabine Wren: Tricky how?
Hera Syndulla: You can get through it, but your craft never seems to maintain its power.
Zeb Orrelios: Whoa. What does that mean? I don't know what that means.
Sabine Wren: It means no power, no flying, just falling.
Zeb Orrelios: Could've mentioned this before I got on board!
Hera Syndulla: You wouldn't have come!