"I said we didn't have to find them a new home." He corrected. As if to say they catch the things and give them to WHOEVER it is that is meant to find a place for these things to go. What good were these anyhow? You can't eat them. "They no doubt have a council for that kind of thing." The Council of Biting Woobler Things. This place had everything else it seemed.

He flapped his bag out a bit, shooing away some pets biting him. He wasn't as graceful as Chirrut, so catching them would go... differently for him.

"I should scowl harder then. Herd them into your bad." He said with a bit of a huff, moving to... swoop his bag and catch... a couple.