The Rodian gurgles and slowly pushes himself off the table, groaning slightly.
<Ow, my head. What are you yappin' about, droid?> he mumbles as Bushranger moves over to Zeb, as he overhears the protocol droid's words, the Rodian gets up angrily but quickly sits down again wincing. <'M no Hutt. 'S just cause you're insecure, rust bucket. You're not even supposed to be here.>

The Rodian gets up more slowly this time and wanders out of the canteena into the glare of the Tatooine's twin suns, blazing high above. He shields his eyes from the light with his hand and goes over to one of the stalls and buys some bamfa jerky, hoping it will easy the hangover.

The Rodian sits in the porch of a merchant, eating his perchase.