So there is a Jedi here. None of the man's hedging or disclaimers reassure Boba in the slightest as to that fact.

"Okay," Boba says, taking a deep breath. "Even if he's your friend, you shouldn't tell him I'm here, alright? It'll only cause trouble." At least it sounds like he's still a Padawan. In Boba's experience, those aren't as bad as full-fledged knights. Still, it's a bad situation: grounded and stuck in a crumbling city with at least one would-be Jedi roaming around and Jabba waiting for him back on Tatooine. Overwhelming is an understatement.

Boba steels himself. One thing at a time. He looks around at their surroundings, checking to see if there's anyone else around.

"Is there somewhere else we can go?" he asks. "I don't like being in the open like this."