There hasn't been enough time for a shower. Djak had just stepped into the water when he'd sensed the approaching shop. Their home wasn't too far away enough from a nexus of shipping routes, so he hadn't been concerned till he'd sensed the presence aboard. A force- user, almost certainly a Jedi. 

Grumbling to himself, he wrapped a towel about his person and came out of the back room. His usual harness remained behind, but he did pick up a flechette fun from its rack by the door and flock the safety off. Coming into the common area, he saw Anna leaving to confront their first and sighed. She was a sweet girl, but he felt she needed to deligate more.

So he leaned against the wall, his skin glistening from the quick rinse, his eyes lazy and his expression indolent as he cradled the heavy weapon.