Ewan noticed the one who had just walked in and his face was familiar, but now was not the time. He de-activated his saber and then looked at the screaming man.
"Hey, that heals and your hand grows up again, but i'm guessing you'll still be mentally scarred. Buh-bye," He told him, getting out of the cantina followed by Amber.
"Well, what do you say about me showing off my great swoop racing skills and "swooping" the competition's backside out of the lane?"
"How about we go to an apartment and get some rest?"
"You mean..."swooping" rest?"
"No, rest like sleeping."
"Fine by me."