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Ralto gave a sly grin at the bartender's request. Credits were credits, and the Zabrak would be happy to run some honest security. Would be the first time he tried stopping the dropping of bodies, though. With a quick and fluid motion, he knocked back his drink and stood up from his barstool, only to notice the Wookie similarly standing up and turning his attention to the scene developing. Ralto gave a curt smile as he sauntered alongside the walking carpet.

As the Wookie started growling, Ralto jumped in with his loose translating, a sly smile spread across his lips. [color=red]"The bartender's friend here is wondering how difficult it would be to sell your shitty blaster without arms."[/color] This was punctuated, of course, by the Wookie's own gesture, at which Ralto's sadistic smile widened.

As the Wookie's grip tightened around the blaster in Oden's hand, Ralto gave a nod and cut in immediately after the Wookie's speech. [color=red]"We're just making sure no one gets hurt here. Best we take that for now."[/color] Once the merchant relented and the Wookie turned back towards the bar, Ralto stayed a moment to look towards the other two instigating the conflict. [color=red]"Best settle down. You really don't want to anger my partner here."[/color] 

With that final threat, Ralto strutted over to the Wookie to give a nod. [color=red]"Name's Ralto, and you did some good work back there. We make a hell of a team."[/color] Of course, the former debt collector eyed up the junk blaster and raised an eyebrow. It may be junk, but it certainly seemed functional enough. [color=red]"I can hold on to that if you don't want it, mate. Keep it safe and out of the hands of those folks."[/color]

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