Sovi waves a hand. "You won't need to speak it. I can stay with you for now, but you'll have to do the talking."

Hera nods, and Sovi presses a button on the panel next to the door. Behind it is a slightly better lit room, enough at least to see the round walls, shelves piled with spare parts, some of which are new enough to glisten under the low lamps, some that could be hundreds of years old.

And at the center of the room is a short table, around which have gathered six Jawas. They're talking, passing among themselves various tools, more spare parts, handfuls of credits, and a couple earthen flasks. When the door opens, their talk falls quiet, as six pairs of glowing eyes glance up from under their hoods.

Hera steps forward, reaching up as she does to lower her own hood. Without preamble, she says simply, "I have an offer."