Nothing but Hutt-speak. Old Corellian freighter. The suspect description was coming together and it was looking green and bug-eyed. 

Klara glanced over at Vanovar as the Rodian spouted his mercantile drivel. It was one of those 'get a load of this guy' looks. It vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by the much more amicable mien she'd been putting on. "I'd wager he's trying to pitch us these farming parts for a couple hundred credits," she pointed at one of the boxes Vinca gesticulated at. "And I think that box has droid parts? Hard to see."

If he was playing at ignorance, then she would, too. He sounded like the kind to let stuff slip while gloating. One probable cause later and they could start playing Good Troop, Bad Troop.

"We're not looking for those. Not a farmer. No droids." Klara told Vinca in Basic, making the appropriate gestures as she spoke. She made a show of looking around at the exposed stock. Nothing illegal, obviously. The real good stuff must've been aboard still. "Need more [i]'equipment'[/i]." She tapped her holster. "Friend in town recommended you. 1000 credits."