"Kanan," Kanan says, mustering up another faint smile. He can feel the hackles on his neck going up, though, as they wend their way farther and farther from the market center.

It only makes sense, of course, because their contacts like population centers about as well as population centers like their presence, but still. Imperials could have set up an ambush anywhere along this corridor, because quite frankly it's turning into a lot of long, low buildings used for storage. These, in particular, don't seem to be accessed very often, and most of the people that do step out of the buildings go scurrying away, rather than striding confidently down the street.

Hmm.