He gripped Tala tightly to his body, but didn't point her at Meena. Regardless, he wasn't certain how she was going to react. He remembers she was one of the more rational criminals he had dealt with. Regardless, when under stress, a criminal can be unpredictable, no matter who they are. He suspected two scenarios, that she would either try to flee, or open fire. She did neither and it caught him slightly off guard. Regardless, he still held his blaster ready to draw, and he leaned forward ready to jump up for a chase in a moments notice.<br/><br/>Her face spoke mountains. She was not pleased to see him. Telling him to get away from the ship was just reinforcing what he already knew. After all why wouldn't she hate him? Because of him, she lost years of her life. Still, he found the comment to be a bit insulting. He wanted to touch the ship, rub himself up against it just to mock her, but that would make her less likely to agree to his proposal. No, he was at her mercy, unfortunately.<br/><br/>"Alright hun, don't worry," he told her as calmly as he could. "I'm moving away, see?" He got up and took a few steps away from the landing gear. He placed Tala into her holster to show no hostility, but still held onto her ready for the draw. "I'm not here to cause trouble," he continued, putting his hand out to show he was keeping his distance. "I just want to talk is all. Talk all calm like without anyone drawing their weapons or trying to run. Can you do that?" he asked her, again trying to sound as rational as possible. Unfortunately he needed her right now as much as it pained him on the inside.