Bala turned from her drink when she felt a shiver down her spine alerting her to the presence behind her. The man's attention was focused on the Trandoshan, but she could sense that the Force was strong with him. She was glad to have a common enemy, it gave her an ally for the time being. Rather than intervein, she merely stood up and watched cautiously should they decide it was better to split the reward.

It took no time for her savior to deal with the hunter. She studied the movement of his blade, it was like rushing water: a perfect strong that had been well determined. No foolish bounty hunter could ever mimic the trained technique of a jedi. She admired the way he had stepped in and kept his arm close to the body the make his swing fast. As the lizard fell to the ground in pieces, Bala quickly moved closer to the other man. She had predicted his new words. 
"Let's go, Jedi" 

Bala looked around to see the other customers in the barroom returned to their own biddings. The music began to play once more, and drinks returned to being poured. No words were even muttered for the bounty hunter that lay dead before them all. Bala stepped away from the mess as a Chadra-fan began weaseling his fingers into pockets, and satisfied by the hand full of credits he found, the small creature rushed off to the bar to spend it away.

Bala hardly had a chance to respond to the man before a horrible, sharp pain and a hard tug had her following him without a choice. It had stung worse than an electrostaff. She couldn't help but let out a sharp groan of pain as she struggled to catch her balance while being practically dragged away. A stifled laugh from the Zygerrian and his Kubaz client. She closed her eyes as she felt the worse part of the situation: the embarrassment. How quickly she had allowed the man to take her away in such a manner. 

As they reached the exit, she sent a swift kick with the ball of her foot to the soft area his side, under his ribs. As she did, she let out a pitiful shout as she pulled away from him.
"Let go of me, you Fragging Moof-drinker!" 

As she held her aching lekku, she looked at him much less enthusiastically, now in disappointment. Begrudgingly she continued walking. As unruly as he may be, she felt much safer with him. He had stood up for her before, and with it made apparent that a jedi was in town, she didn't want to wait around in the Cantina anyway, and so reluctantly she crept along with him. 
"Who are you? Where did you get that lightsaber?" She asked in a snarl, her face twisted in anger, her own sharp teeth bared at him like a beast.
"Jedi or not, you do not treat a lady like that!" she continued, roaring in ferverous rage.