Ace nodded, choosing wisely not to make some sarcastic comment about having never been around Jedi before and how it was lucky he had two such fine specimens from which to learn. He felt uncomfortable with Frall around, especially after the Cathar had bluntly stated his opinion that Ace was nothing more than a 'boy toy'.
"Lay low, then," Deitra murmured. She shot a scolding glare at Ace, as she was fairly certain he was responsible for the absence of her comm. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, as he toyed with the grip of his blaster, secured on his belt.
"Master Frall," Deitra said softly, urgently. Through the Force, she directed his attention to a man who seemed to be taking an interest in them. Ace heard the urgency in her tone and his hand settled on his blaster, deftly and subtly unclasping the strap of leather that held it down in its holster.