Smiles watched silently from above, so often how she did it in previous missions. This situation was no different, though there wasn't anyone shooting at her (yet), which was a positive change. She just eyed the inhabitants of the bazzar through the scope of her rifle, watchful for any sudden actions that would need her immediate attention. She would ultimately be the one to make the call on who to shoot if the mission called for her to do so. But there was so much tension in the air before a shot had even been fired, the bang of her rifle blasting a bolt of plasma into some Twi'lek's face would just kick-start a chain of chaotic events. She would just wait for one of the natives to make a move before she made one, if one was made.

She didn't notice any eyes look upon her through the scope, she highly doubted they didn't know she was up there. A prone soldier in noticeable white armor clenching a long rifle would always catch a few eyes. It was just a matter of them not wanting her to notice them noticing her, enough paranoid quick glances at her said enough about a person. Her thoughts changed as she noticed Triple Nine pull off his helmet before a group of armed natives. A bold move, but with some thought behind it, it would be easier for the natives to talk face to face, not helmet to helmet, it was also much easier to put a blaster bolt through a face rather than a helmet.