Having removed a silver cylindrical object from his belt, Xev pushed a button and seemed encouraged by it. Well, actually he didn't seem much of anything. Since his armor hid most of himself, there wasn't really anything that she could have gotten in the way of feedback.<br/><br/>Eventually, though, there was something that did indeed prove the fact that he had successfully called in a droid.<br/><br/>A trash can on three legs came rolling by, though considering the sensitivity of the situation didn't allow itself to start spewing out droidspeak as one might have expected. Rather, it silently moved over to the vessel and popped open both of its repair arms.<br/><br/>Within a few moments of it seemingly making a connection with the ship, gaseous matter started to roll out of each crevice possible. That might have even suggested that it wasn't airtight, and therefore wouldn't have been spaceworthy for very long.<br/><br/>Ironically, the droid itself had a monochromatic black and white scheme that matched the uniform armor that Xev wore. It would have seemed he did an excellent job of keeping it polished and clean.<br/><br/>That might have made sense if she understood that the droid was not only a close comrade, but also didn't belong to him. He would have been property of the corps, so disrespecting the droid would probably have received a pretty swift punishment.<br/><br/>Making a gesture, the scout trooper seemed convinced that the time to move was now. He figured that the bounty hunter's target was going to be rushing out any time soon.<br/><br/>If that were the case, then he could have easily been stunned. If not, then it might have indicated that he had already passed out on the floor inside. Since he was inside of a filtered suit, he wouldn't have cared at all if he had to go inside of there.