Atreides smirked as he sat at the counter and heard the knight out, ordering another malt as he waited for the man to spit out every detail of where they were going when the Jedi brought up the red skinned twi'lek and told them to run if trouble broke out, as there was no chance for the blasters in this type of enclosed space. The corellian snorted in response to that as the Jedi went over and acted like a drunk mercenary letch, and he glanced over at the other one who had come over to humor the Jedi knight and his summons and rolled his eyes at the Knight. He commented towards his fellow member of this little party, as it was called now, and laid out his thinking on the little situation. Sure, his blaster pistol was little more than an annoyance to half decent armor, but she wasn't armored. [color=9e0b0f]"He starts getting his ass handed to him, we blast the offending parties, and damn the circumstances. Well, I'll blast her, your welcome to join in if you want."[/color]