The woman turns her red eyes briefly to Kanan, and then down to the girl under the table. "Areta, gadan rum."

The girl looks up when her name is called, her own large red eyes wincing slightly in the bright sunlight, and she at once follows the Durese instruction, straightening up and leaning slightly over the table. She takes the moment to eagerly look over the strangers, perhaps glad to have something besides sorting to do.

Hera, meanwhile, folds her hand over the photorecptor, and glances once back at Kanan. Then she follows the woman, who leads them as they thread through the tables and stalls, on toward the edge of the market, back to the earthen towers. She waits until they've reached the towers' shadows before she speaks to them again.

"I'm Sovi," she says, in Basic again.