“You know, it always seems that way.” Zir was getting suspicious. Cloaked ship, moved his ship, and won’t elaborate their motivations was never a sign someone was a good guy. “But it never really is.” He took a few steps away from us ship. Stepping down onto the ground. The gas grenade in his hand clearly visible. “Are you working with the Empire to hunt Jedi, or are you helping them stay alive?” He asked rather plainly.