Guz watched on, a cheeky grin on his smug face.
Nar Shaddaa was an old roaming ground of his, for the underworld was much like he was; shifty, dirty, and very, very untrustworthy. But he'd been around the moon more than enough times to know how to and how to not get attention in these parts. Hell, Guz was on the Hutt's most wanted list. Why he was on a crime world, almost entirely populated with thugs, Hutts, bounty hunters and other slime, nobody could quite understand. But he could, and that was all that mattered.
Not that any of them could catch him anyway.
He watched the girl do her smooth job at pickpocketing those around her, though he realized one or two had certainly seen her, and he chuckled. A show, for him? How wonderful. [member="Mara"] Illyret had quick hands and did it the way most professionals would, but some more level of skill would probably be required of her. She was sneaky, though; a good trait, one he absolutely admired.
The young man that had just had the living gum beaten out of him was not particularly strong, for sure. Though there was a lightsaber on him somewhere, the Supercriminal knew [member="Mason"] wouldn't be any good at using it. In fact, seemed the kid was certainly on the wrong moon at the worst of times.
The next character he noticed was the woman who saved him, the renowned bounty hunter ,[member="Mallith Renyl"], who even Guz had heard of. She seemed to be pretty good at what she did, though a woman of her taste - and indeed, beauty - was more suited to core world business. Regardless as to why she was out here in the reaches of the sludgy outer rim, Guz knew he'd have to introduce himself, treat her to a drink, maybe even get her holodigits...
The whole time he watched on, however, he couldn't keep his eyes off of the big guy, [member="Macoda Haberon"]. The man was a hunk of meat, a towering beast of a human with axes, AXES by his sides. He could probably lift a speeder with his bare hands and throw it like a javelin. He liked it, a lot.
What a motley crew that was presented before him. He'd have to take advantage of it... Anything to use as fuel against the Hutt Cartel on the crime riddled moon.
And so he stood by, looking each one in the eye, hoping to grab their attention so he wouldn't have to approach them himself. They'd notice him, for sure; his face was both handsome, and plastered on the wanted poster right beside him.
A deliberate move on his part.
