Hera nods, but doesn't speak.

And it's only a few more seconds, before the whispering has gone quiet. Hera turns, to see those ember-like eyes watching them once again. She steps back to the table, looking at each of the Jawas before meeting eyes with Tsedec once more, who stands to their full height and cries out one word.

Deal. One of the basics of Jawa Trade.