Manners were lost on these folks. It was too bad. Cause they needed him. Too bad he was lugging a huge piece of metal right now. He looked at Sektor slightly bothered. "It's called being polite, killer. Something you never learned. " He said still quipping. It was a defense mechanism of his. Always stay quipping. He ran out the door quickly hoping the rest were following him. 

"Alright some rules. No killing unless we are in big trouble. Which we won't. I'm too good at this. " He said pulling the group into a back alley. The spaceport was visible. Then he kept moving. He would peak his head out and once clear run from shadow to shadow. The goons were not the best at spotting. After a few minutes they would reach the outside of the spaceport safely. "Alright listen up. My droid is light blue and white. Has the Naboo flag on it. Should be by the control area. Might even be by the clamp controls. I need to get on the ship safely to install this part. It might take a bit. That and we can't sneak in there. So I need someone to find the droid and the hold the goons off. That and take down the docking clamps. Any takers?" He asked leaving it to them since they were better at the whole killing thing.