[ Poe, arms full of a bag of what he thought were innocent savoury treats, is trying to juggle them to get to the blaster on his hip with little success. So instead he rolls his hip up towards Andy, the corner of his jacket slipping to give her access to the weapon.

Damn he wished he had his blaster rifle right now. ]

How was I supposed to know that the Rothrak skewer vendors were a front for slave trafficking? I am pretty damn sure this is not my fault.

[ A blaster bolt passed right past his head, singing a loose curl and he bellowed at their antagonist: ] Hey! Watch the hair!