Kal showed no reaction; but he seldom did. He kept moving. Ta'quey would know the commando was aware of the noise; the human had already loosened the sling of his rifle so that it nestled beneath his arm, hidden between his body and the speederbike. The DC-17 was a Republic-issued weapon. A civilian carrying one might raise uncomfortable questions.

"Easy." he murmurs as the Twi'lek begins fidgeting, as if reading his mind. "If they knew, they would've opened fire already." He should know; that's how he himself operated.

"Just keep your eyes on the trees." He nods slightly ahead to the distant forests on the outskirts. "Ne'baatir." he said that alot. Said it meant 'No worries' in Mandalorian; a habit picked up from his instructor.