Ruu coldly stared down the other through here helmet's visor before slightly lowering her weapons. It was Mandalorian way in the presence of strangers, and this particular Mandalorian didn't trust anyone. 

[b]"Does a Hutt need a reason to hunt down his prey? Now what are you doing alone in this desert?"[/b] She said before glancing over at the Jawa who seemed curious enough to ask stupid questions. She was not in the mood for all this. 

Cor seemed to be in shock of being stranded in the desert, and the dancer was in her own little world as usual. This ragtag group was gaining more freaks by the second. Too bad Sektor had gotten himself captured, but it was too late to help him now, Ruu wasn't going to risk her life just end up rotting in a cell next to him or worse. The old Twi'lek with a single lekku and a recently freed prisoner, B’ura B’an, pointed at one of the abandoned desert skiffs the mercenaries had used. [b]"Look we can use those skiffs to get out of here. We might even be able to sneak back into Teemo's palace and get ourselves a better ship."[/b]

Ruu shook here head, [b]"We just escaped from Mos Shuuta and you want to go back into the dragon's den? Great,"[/b] she said sarcastically.