"It's gotta be the Agrii," Boba grumbles, not happy with having his idea brushed off, especially when the Jedi doesn't have a better one. The only way the creatures could have come here otherwise is if someone or something else has control over what's brought in. So far, Boba hasn't heard of anyone else with such power.

"Where are you going, anyway?"

'You,' not 'we.' As far as Boba is concerned, he's not with the Jedi. They just happen to be walking in the same direction.