"Right, Mister Organa," Carlisle corrects himself. "I mean, I know we're here for equipment, but I'm not sure what exactly it is we're looking for... as in, what it looks like."

There's a sigh that's pushed out from his gut, one born from inward frustration. "It's probably just easier to let those who know what what we're here for do the scavenging, and for the rest of us to just carry things as necessary, isn't it?"