"Doesn't speak basic, does it..." Rita muttered, feeling rather foolish despite having hotly disagreed with Raze when she stated such. She peered out from behind a stray crate she'd used for cover, observing the exchange between Rita and the stranger. Slowly, cautiously, she drew her blaster, knowing it was well out of the alien's sight range and wanting to be prepared in case something were to go wrong in the... silence?
Rita wrinkled her nose in confusion. What are they doing? she wondered as the alien towered over Raze, but then halted there. It almost seemed as if they were... smelling one another. Rita shook her head in disbelief, but managed to keep quiet for once. Smiling slightly as the amusing thought took her, she told herself Zam and Raze would both be proud of her.