Kal frowns as they're accosted by the dealer.

"...No troubles, friend. Just passing through." He says slowly, eyeing both the man and possible quick egress. He couldnt afford a confrontation. The noise might be too much. Not to mention he couldnt bull through his injuries much longer. He needed bacta, soon. The dark was hiding it, though, and he refused to display the weakness. He looked every bit as intimidating and ready-for-a-fight as a Commando should.

But speaking of noise....A wookie howl is something Kal knows well, and he looks over his shoulder to see the commotion as the slave handler struggles to bring the huge brute under his control. It'd attacked a Trooper.

'Fierfek. Could this day get any worse? What's next? Trandoshans? Clankers?'

'Five, shut it. Two-nine, move it.'

Kal's hand shifts to his Deece, but he doesnt lift it, instead turning back around and moving to step around the dealer and head deeper into the criminal-infested backalleys. They were their only shot at a quiet getaway. Speeders would be the death of them. He was a commando, he knew the value of a ground escape.