If Boba wasn't so preoccupied with the door, maybe he would've noticed that someone is sneaking up behind him. As it stands, he starts at the sound of a stranger's voice and whirls around, eyes wide. The figure who stands a few meters away isn't that much bigger than him—though, he's standing far enough away that he doesn't seem to be looking for a fight, anyway.

...Maybe Boba can work with that. He forces the fists by his sides to uncurl and speaks as evenly as he can.

"Is it yours? If you can fly it, I'd pay well for you to get me off this planet."