It's a few seconds, but the Tusken responds - a high-pitched call that echoes around the walls. She nods her head a few times, the plates of her mask clicking again, and shortly after her guards seem to repeat it.

Tsedec gestures to another at their side, who quickly scurries from the room, but reappears just a moment later, aided by two others in carrying a large metal chest. They're soon joined by others, who carrying pieces of body armor, pairs of goggles, and other goods. Hera's shoulders relax as she watches, as the Tuskens slightly lower their spears and move closer to see what the Jawas have to offer.

It looks like it's just a sale.