Klara's eyes narrowed, lips turning up just a touch. The bug-eyed bastard was changing his tune [i]now[/i], wasn't he? It simply went to show that negotiations, like everything in life, was much more fun when you could throw your weight around. Best not to get caught up in the satisfaction, though. Smugglers and politicos were cut from the same, crafty cloth. A healthy level of suspicion was important, especially when he was being so cooperative now.

Suddenly, Klara jolted. 

Karabast! What the hell was that? It was like getting a knock on the door, but mentally. It took her a second to register what had just happened: Jedi witchery. Would it kill for him to have given a more thorough warning? Useful as speech without speaking was, she didn't know how to feel about one of her teammates rooting around in her mind with occult powers. Mostly, it was yuck, but she let it pass this time.

The question was valid, though. Vinca wanted to speak Huttese the whole time, which was inconvenient enough for her to know it was likely one of his only options. Had he known how to speak Basic as opposed to simply listening to it, he probably would've done it already. "Well Mr. Rumen, it's great to see that you're deciding to answer some of our questions," Klara repeated for Vanovar's sake in her best cheerful officer voice. "I'm sure we're all glad that an upstanding citizen like yourself is willing to contribute to the well-being of our dear Empire. I suppose you can start by telling us about how you get your 'high quality' merchandise."