Tsedec leans forward, even as the rippling talk among the Jawas spreads out behind them in tones that run the gamut between general conversation and intense whispering. Tsedec's presenc seems to keep everything to below a dull roar, which is fortunate, even in this fairly deserted neighborhood.

Kanan can't help wincing, though he does try to hide it by running his hands over his face.

Tsedec's yellow-eyed gaze arrows in on this movement, and when they turn back to Hera --

The term 'bucketheads' might be obvious, even in the Jawa's tongue, as well as the adjective 'white'. They may be wondering if Hera thinks they can find information about any officers or other Imperial functionaries, or if Stormtrooper patrol data alone is sufficient.