Sektor remained silent, emotionless as the group continued on; simply watching as Ruusaan conducted 'aggressive negotiations'. "It would probably be best to keep a low-profile while we search. The last thing we need to hear is common rabble complaining of a trigger-happy Mandalorian pointing a gun at everything she sees." Sektor stated cooly as the trio kept walking, a few [i]beeps[/i] emanating from his suit as it was monitoring different levels, the interior heat systems, vital life systems, the such. 

Sektor let out a small sigh as they entered the small scrap-shop, free from the scalding sun if only for a temporary reprieve. He leaned up carelessly against one of the walls, his arms folding over his chest in waiting for the piece they sought. Likewise, his eyes were still active; constantly searching about for any Gamorreans or otherwise would-be assassins hoping to make a quick credit with Teemo. 

He stood up sharply as Ruusaan shot the shopkeeper dead, unable to help a small smirk behind his visor as he knew this girl had her uses. Stepping forward, he noticed something else; a holocrama. In one swift, fluid motion he procured his vibroknife and drove it deep into the hull of the droid, watching it [i]clunk[/i] to the ground like a heavy sack. 

Sektor spun the blade around between his fingers before sheathing it on his calf once more. "Well, it appears we're [i]quite[/i] famous here. Now that we have the part. Let's get the hell out of here." He growled, looking about for anymore assassins or cameras in the area. 

He cocked his head to the side sharply as the Twi'lek slave dancer began shouting in a frantic tone towards Ruusaan. "Miss, do you know Basic?" Sektor asked sincerely to her, tilting his head calmly to the side; a habit.