Anna of course wanted to handle everything herself... Djak gave a very put-upon sigh. He could sense the newcomers, sense what was going on. He didn't reckon Anna was in much danger. Say what you would about her, she could get her shit handled. 

Setting the scatterpipe back down, he headed back to finish his shower. He wasn't needed here. They'd talk, they'd posture, they'd threaten each other... and then either they'd come in, or they'd leave. If they left. then his crew would probably be moving on as well. Djak didn't want to be moving gear without a proper shower first. 

He made it quick, and came back out dressed. The handsome Zeltron was clad in tight black pants and a green shirt that looked as if it had been painted on. His thick dark hair was carefully styled, and his usual pistols were strapped to his body. "So, Neri, what's up? Anything happen yet, or are they still talking?"