Aria plucked a piece of the jerky out of the packaging as he offered it to her, biting a piece off the end and chewing and swallowing before she retorted. "And didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" She giggled at his somewhat unexpected compliment, shaking her head abruptly and following up with:
"We just got lucky, I guess. It was a bit of a close shave at one point, and I DID have to re-do my hair twice." couple that with another quip about her ears suffering some unseen internal damage from the politician's incessant babbling and the pair were in hysterics for another few minutes before they could contain themselves again.
She squinted at the cut on his forehead and pulled a face, prodding it gently with the end of her thumb until she ascertained that it was healing well enough and slumped back again. 
“You couldn’t see a Wampa coming, really, Bol?” then again, there had been an awful lot of snow lately and she supposed white fur blended in rather well with that kind of landscape so she’d let him have that one. “Okay, fine.” she smirked, holding her hands out defensively, though anything else she was about to say was cut off by the incessant chirping of the comlink on the other bed. With an over-exaggerated groan, Aria fell back against the creaky mattress and proclaimed: “Can they not leave us alone for five minutes?!” their constant need to be a presence in everything was becoming rather tiresome and she was desperate to just forget about the whole war and have some time to themselves.

Thankfully, however, the person on the comlink seemed in the mood to grant that request as Yerbol signed off a few moments later to declare that they would have not one, or even two, but TWELVE hours of uninterrupted rest time. That sounded fabulous. Unable to keep the smile from her face, she rolled over again to look at him, noting he seemed a bit disgruntled by something that had been said though she decided not to pry. He’d tell her if it was anything really important, after all. 
“I’d be up for looking for that bird. Or maybe we could track down something that looks like a Wampa and we could practise how to spot them trying to sneak up on you, maybe teach them a lesson about what happens when they bully people who can use the Force." she didn’t expect him to take up the suggestion at all, but it made her chuckle nonetheless. “I’m kidding, we should probably give anything like that a wide berth. They were here first after all.” She stretched out her legs with another groan. “Some fresh air and a walk to stretch my legs would do me some good though, that shuttle was oh so very stuffy.” rolling off the cot, she got to her feet again and glanced back at him. “Then maybe when we get back we can try and figure out how that game of Manso’s is supposed to work, how’s that sound?” 

It would be a simple enough matter to slip out the back of the complex and head for the other crystal building, the birds seemed to like it up in the rafters over there. Aria had to admit they hadn’t had much chance to observe the local wildlife and while it usually wasn’t her thing, it would give them an excuse to go AWOL from the base for a few hours. 
“So, we follow birds around till we get lost or tired and then see about ambling our way back?” she proposed.