Kawan was more than a little amused at the exchange between Tashiri and Tatin.  The jab about the blaster had hit home, certainly, but Tashiri had reacted before Kawan had even had a chance.  He struggled to suppress a chuckle before giving in and letting the laughter roll.  "Oh, yes, amateurs indeed.  And if she'd been pitching anything besides a can at you, where would you be now?  With both of us on you, even?  I think you'd be under a pile of debris, most likely.  Just like your rabble, always feeling so threatened by your betters... It makes me smile, to be sure."<br/><br/>Kawan always enjoyed the opportunity to lash out verbally as opposed to physically, and he couldn't help but smile at Tatin.  They hadn't even dropped out of hyperspace yet, much less gone planetside, and already the brash young man was making enemies.  He was as good as done for in Kawan's eyes, unless he managed to end up serving some purpose.<br/><br/>He glanced back over to Tashiri, still openly seething with anger, and gave a polite smile.  She was clearly not in the mood to talk.  "Perhaps we can talk some other time, then."  With that, he turned, walking back towards his cot without another word.