He realizes it's going to be a lot longer when he's no longer in his room.
"I hate surprises," he sighs, and he opens his eyes to look at his new surroundings. He's still floating, and surprisingly calm.
One open car door later, and he finds what looks to be a folding map. Excellent. Pity it's not on a datapad, but he'll make do.
Now he can go back to Mark.
"Guess what I found!" he calls, brightly.
"Yep!" He holds up the map. "I would have carried the vehicle in triumphantly, but I would have had to break down a wall, and I didn't think you'd want to redecorate just after we moved in."
And now it is time to investigate this map. Is it possible to tell where the fuck they are by the contents of this map alone, or is Revan going to have to go wandering to find a town name he can find on the map?
(Ugh, physical maps, seriously people datapads are so much better. Go invent them. Along with locks that can be sliced.)
"You're very cute when you're having technological conniptions," observes Mark.
He snorts. "Did you know the locks here can't be sliced? I had to go and find the key. I didn't get the chance to try and slice it open and then fail in a hilarious fashion first. Frustrating as all hell."
"There, there. I'm sure with a little practice you can learn to be laughably incompetent at lockpicking too."
"Cheering thought! It's just not the same if I don't get to swear at a door for half an hour before either getting someone else or using my lightsaber. I need a measure of normality while I am exploring a new planet. It's like comfort food."
"Thank you. Maybe I can also open locked boxes now that I'm on a world that uses mechanical locks. I feel all powerful."
"It makes looting more difficult. I have to go fetch someone that can open them, or risk destroying whatever's inside by hitting it with a lightsaber until it's learned its lesson."
"Leaving the box unopened is, of course, not an option. If I'm looting something, I'm looting something properly."