Hondo Ohnaka had never felt the unbearable heat he had felt when the Mandalorian threatened him.
It felt unnatural. Like the heat you could only feel in the depths of Mustafar.
"If there is a scrape on that ship by the time I get back," the crazy lady had started, walking up to the innocent Weequay. Hondo backed away, for he knew that under her helmet, her eyes were blazing with fury. "Or, worse, it isn't here," Ohnaka gulped. That was exactly what he was planning. "I will find you on whatever planet you crawl onto, and you will regret ever crossing me." With that, she, and her silent bodyguard, were gone.
The threat was heavy, with the Mandalorian slurring her words to make the threat more menacing, but Hondo felt better after her final words.
How could she find him? If he took the ship and escaped to a planet like Raida, she could never find him.
Unless they were, or had friends who were, Jedi.
Hondo shook his head, chuckling as he retreated to his house, waiting for nightfall until he took the ship and made a good amount of credits. If they were Republican, they wouldn't have come to the worst space port in Coruscant, maybe even the galaxy.
"Just good business," Hondo said to himself, already counting the credits he would make from this irresistible chance for profit.