[ He's cut from similar cloth. Surviving has always come first - maybe to the point where some might argue he's prioritized that over living. That's neither here nor there though. ]

Your guess is as good as mine. A guardian? 

[ A searchlight like that would normally be something he would associate with a droid, a machine of some kind. And maybe that is the case. But even he isn't curious - or dumb enough - find out for sure. Thes searchlight begins to swing back and forth again at steady, slow pace. There's a certainty to it. A confidence. Like it's positive that nothing will escape its gaze. ] 

What do you think? Wait it out or try to make a run for it? [ He nods off, somewhere in the distance. ] I think there's a village ahead. We might be able to wait it out there. 

[ He doesn't finish his sentence. What goes left unsaid is that they'll have to make it there first. ]