The Jawa squinted at the lady standing before him. She was like no other human he had seen, the women on the planet were either not to be messed with or holed up in their homes with husbands protecting them. This one had a regal sense to her, as if she were a queen far from home.
Whilst Chukizi could not speak the common tongue he did understand some of it. "Mos Eisley", "You come", "Bring mate". Chukizi had no mate, and no real family either. The pack stuck together for survival, but to survive and to truly live are two different things. He had been waiting for the opportunity to leave and now it finally presented itself.

There was no vehicle for Chukizi, that meant he would either have to ride with the Blue one or the Blindfolded one. Neither were that preferable. After some deliberation he pushed the droids over to Zeros [@Shadow Daedalus] and squeaked an order in his language. "Oh, um okay. If you say so." the protocol droid said as it mounted the speeder. The astromech was crudely strapped to the rear. He then went over to the speeder of Zenobia [@Inkwell] and got on. He made a brief greeting in the simplified "trade language" of the Jawas, unsure if she would understand him or not.