Arla paused, her finger curled around the trigger and in the midst of squeezing. What the hell was that small thing? Arla couldn't see anything inside the small person's cowl, just a pair of amber orbs swirling inside the shadows. The one thing she was sure of was that it was holding one of those light sticks off-worlders used and it was aimed loosely at both herself and the metal head woman. She could turn her light stick but there was no possibility of twisting fast enough to shoot first.

"What that is?" Arla asked, since she spoke not a word of Jawa and everything it said just rolled across her ear cones as gibberish.