It hadn't taken Joshua too long to find some first aid. Even so the care he could get wasn't much but then again injuries from blaster bolts weren't going to heal in a day, let alone less then an hour. So while he was still injured, it wasn't going to bother him and he could walk around without much pain. Since the streets were safe he decided to head towards the closest cantina. Sure it wasn't any safer then the street but at least he could see people coming in an cantina and as such he could prepare for them. However, before he could even do that he needed a blaster, since his lightsabers seemed to attract too much attention.

He was in the middle of browsing a stall for some blasters when a commotion came a little ways down the street. This being Nar Shadaa, he ignored it, since there was always something going on somewhere, involving someone who liked to shoot before talking things out. In other words, there was always a fight breaking out somewhere because of some idiot. So with that thought in mind, he continued to do his shopping, occasionally picking up a blaster and testing how it felt in his hands, before putting it back, dissatisfied. He had honestly hoped to never use blasters, for any reason, but sometimes you had to push your hopes aside for the sake of survival.

As he shopped, several souls who had been close to the fight down the street, shouting something about Jedi. Then he felt the force being used from the direction of the commotion and silently swore to himself under his breathe. This day just wouldn't let up would it? That feeling, like a dozen Jedi had landed on the planet, just had to be true, didn't it? Well, if that was truly the case, he had two options: run until he was inevitably caught or just hand himself over and get this over it. Since he was likely to be caught either way, handing himself in seemed like the smaller pain. Also, he hated the idea of flying from planet to planet, looking over his shoulder every second to make sure he wasn't being followed by someone with a glowing death stick or two.

Cursing once more, he started making his way to the place everyone was running from. However it soon became apparent he wouldn't have to travel far, since some of the action conveniently came to him, in the form of a Noghri running for his life from several armed assailants. Joshua had only known of one Nohgri among the Jedi and it wasn't hard for him to come up with a hunch that this was said Noghri. So, deciding to act on that suspicion, he waited until as many of them passed as was possible before following them. The chase lasted several minutes, following them into... an alleyway.
"This day is getting redundant now aint it." He muttered to himself just before an explosion came from said alley and rocked the streets" That was different though."

Walking into the alley he saw fresh blaster bolt markings going up the sides of one of the buildings and a lot of remains of what were once humaniods. Without further prompting, he began jumping up the building and at the top, he came across the Noghri from earlier, looking across the rooftops in a slightly pensive manner. Joshua approached slowly, while drawing his regular lightsaber as a precautionary measure.
"So, you put on quite a show. Mind telling me what all the commotion was about or shall I just leave you too you're reflection... Vor'loch I think you're name was, back at the Temple?" He said, his tone neutral, giving no hint of friendship or hostility.