Boba feels a twinge of annoyance at the woman's words, even knowing how reasonable they are. This level of concern from strangers is new to him; naturally he's suspicious of it. Still, she's not wrong; losing consciousness while upright and moving would be much more hazardous than resting here, however inopportune this place might be.

There's a long moment where he remains standing, weighing his options. When even that simple combination of actions only further exhausts him, he's grudgingly forced to concede to the woman's point. Finally, he sits back down, grimacing as he does so.

"You're right. I don't usually get this tired." He doesn't look at her as he speaks, instead staring daggers at some invisible point off to the side. "Is this... normal for people new to this place?"

It doesn't seem unfeasible—if the strange alignment of planets here can give them superhuman powers, why shouldn't it be able to affect their physiology too?