Yski was sitting rather comfortably now and biding his time before he had to leave, thereby having to walk through that unbearably loud music, in order to reach the ship and the deposit box with his Kyrf in it. Of course, there was no use in sitting around quietly and awkwardly for no reason other than procrastination, but then a droid, (The moving smudge had to have been a droid, by the sound of its voice...) came up to the table, and he felt that he would rather listen to what it had to say than listen to the blaring music.

He wanted to know if they were the people that were hired to go a-pirate-fighting, of course. Before Yski could translate what he was about to say in his head, the Rodian spoke up. He figured he'd better not talk until the droid answered... After all, it's not exactly a good idea to slight something that can hold a blaster and see farther than you, intentionally or otherwise.