"Mandalorians have more honor than most bounty hunters. There's no honor is hunting children." He's not expecting her to have heard of Mandalorians, though. Being targets might depend on her friends and how they act. But typically Din would prefer not to fight unless he has to. The pointed 'no' gets a tilt of the helmet, and a soft thoughtful hum. But Din's not one to pry, so he won't ask further. It's Omega's business, and up to her who she tells.

Eventually they make it to the hangar. Din lets the cloak drop once they step inside the huge building. The storm continues to rage outside, but the inside is calmer, and more importantly, drier. He turns the helmet, and tilts it down, finally able to get a decent look at Omega. She does look unharmed, if soaked.

"The ships have towels. Don't know about dry clothes, though."