Sektor was the last one to enter the cantina, strafing in with one sharp eye on the doorway for any Gamorreans ready to split their skulls with vibroaxes. Only when the trio had fully entered the cantina had he holstered his blaster at his hip. Steam was currently emanating from his armor as it struggled to control the internal temperature systems. Already at the lower-corner of his vision could Sektor see a screen detailing the internal heat levels lowering slowly but surely in the cool, air-conditioned cantina. 

He looked about the bar slowly, receiving a few confused glances in return. No doubt these fools knew who he was. 'Teemo's Thug' they called him, among others either more or less noble in stature. Indeed, his reputation preceded him, especially in Mos Shuuta. 

He watched Ruusaan take off her helmet with a mixture of surprise and reproach. He wouldn't let [i]any[/i] civilian see him unmasked. His identity was a secret, and that kept him alive. He hadn't operated under his real name in some time now, and indeed would sometimes not even respond to it when a close one was speaking to him. 

"As much as I'd enjoy riddling Piggies with holes, I believe it is past our invitation to leave." He said to Ruusaan. Though his words were 'meant' possibly as humorous, his tone was cold and dull, revealing no emotion except disinterest.