"Two Jedi? What, did you breed when my back was turned?" Mærin's Jedi companion was not nearly as attractive as Atton would have hoped. Unless one was into very… mature women.
"Atton, there's no time to explain. We have to go." He looked between the Jedi. One looked like she had eaten a very sour lemon, the other was concerned. And… fearful.
Something didn't add up. Mærin was scared? The woman who had risked her life half-naked in the mine shafts was scared?
"I take it that the ship that just docked is not a friend of yours." He was certain that if the old woman's eyes weren't covered they would have bored holes in his face.
"I hope that your talent for understatement is outweighed by your skill with a blaster." Touché.
"Yeah, I can run and drink real well too, your Majesty."
"Enough!" Mærin snapped, "We don't have time for this." she made a dash for the boarding ramp, leaving the old hag and Atton no choice but to follow her.