Vader was not impressed by the hangar.

Outwardly, he was unmoved, and inwardly he was floored, but he would not ever admit to being impressed by the rows of ships, many of which he'd never seen before. He walked down each row as impassively as though this were any normal Imperial muster, only pausing to examine something that caught his eye if he felt like he was free from the gaze of spies.

Wanda had spent some time in hydroponics. Of course she always loved nature and simply that didn't change simply because it was unfamiliar. The City was nice but in the end she had no real connection to the buildings. Here, though, here was a wonderful place to sit and think.

She sat cross legged off one of the paths and closed her eyes, breathing deeply before opening them again. She was more in tune with herself her, and her magic. It was peaceful.

Luke made his way down to Quarantine.  It had been some time since Steve had been put into his containment bubble, and he knew the teen was getting a serious case of cabin fever.  Luke knew the feeling real well--how many times had they been called to their starfighters, only to sit for hours on end waiting?  How long had he spent in hyperspace between crises, not knowing what to expect when coming out the other side and having nothing to do in the meantime?  In a spacefaring society with faster-than-light travel, cabin fever was something that was well-known.

He would have knocked on the door coming in to Quarantine to announce his presence, but since Stacy wasn't made of wood, that option was taken away from him.  So he settled for clearing his throat loudly to get Steve's attention.