"W-what're you gettin' at?" he says, reaching for his side and pulling a blaster. Aiming it off at the Pantoran's chest. "You think you're some kinda-" the thud of metal against the back of a head sends the grunt tumbling to the floor. With an open palm raised at about head height stood, right behind him, a Lethan Twi'lek with two cybernetic fists. Looking down on the thug she spoke clearly, "Stay."
"Hey, sorry bud, our friend here seems to have forgotten the boss' rule about harassin' newcomers. Hope he didn't give ya too much of a fright."