“Well aren’t you the gentleman?” Theva snickered, stowing her saber back on her belt, she gestured for him to follow and brushed past him, exploding into a run almost immediately upon leaving the doorway. The Chiss took the next couple of corners in no more than six or seven strides and then skidded into a crouch in a crawlspace between a large stack of supply crates, where she waited for Thaerex to join her, and listened to the Exchange muscle arguing back and forth amongst themselves about where the Sith had gone. 

Theva held her breath, frantically drawing her finger across her throat and praying the man would do the same, as they listened to the soldiers thundering past them on their search. When the footsteps receded, the Sith straightened herself up again and offered him a hand to help him to his feet, too. 
“They’re gone, I think. But better not to stick around and find out-” 
As she stepped out from their refuge place, however, Theva heard the unmistakable sound of the safety snapping off on several other blasters, and sucked in a sharp breath. Slowly, she raised her eyes and found herself staring right down the barrel of a Rhodian’s blaster, the Hutt Cartel emblem blazoned on his armour.

“Vah viz vizehn ch'at cart lassin't ch'ah!” (You’ve got to be kidding me!) she snarled, once again reverting back to her native tongue - it seemed to be a habit of hers when under great stress, almost as if her brain forgot how Basic was supposed to work - as she glanced back over her shoulder at Thaerex. “Suggestions?”