Sefton stepped out from behind the crates pointing his flechette launcher at the both of them. Sefton approached them, still pointing the gun back and forth, finally lowering it to his side. Both of them did not seem like they intended any harm and he wagered on the thought that Atton didn't have the balls to arrest him.
"Atton Rand, a Jedi? Do they pay you well?" Sefton said. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself, then offered another to Atton.