Having made quite the road map of the stars, Dekkan had come into contact with a host of species and positions in his few decades running around the Galaxy. People generally did not surprise him much, and he'd seen the worst and best that many species had to offer. There were however still times that people through no fault of their own perplexed him. Those comments though he generally kept to himself, shifting his focus to his own daily routine. With the young man in armor toting his blaster that attempted to accompany him while he essentially brought groceries was one of those confusing moments. It only lasted for about a minute until he was approached twice by two patrons of the market. It only warranted a raise of an eyebrow before Dekkan was back on the hunt for some of the fresh sea-life that had been captured and gutted. Experimentation was the name of the game; before anything could be added to his diner's menu, he needed to try it and see the reactions.
Shifting his cool blue gaze to the red-headed Rattakian, he paused for a moment seeing her trying to shake down a lead. People were too obvious sometimes. He'd met his fair share of assassins and bounty hunters - as most of the time he had been the target. He was still on a number of lists, but he'd found refuge with the former Vagrant Fleet that had given him a good head start. People were still looking for him, but he'd managed to cut the trail off. It also helped that the current Baron of the planet was an acquaintance of his, and approved of his diner. He wasn't looking over his shoulder anymore for the next one to try and take him out, or turn him in for a fistful of credits. Those days (he assumed) were behind him, letting him focus on the diner itself.
"I'll take both filets. If I can get them wrapped and string tied, I'd appreciate it." Dekkan said to an aging Chiss who had setup his meat stand near one of the ends of the middle row. While Lorps was unassuming of his intentions here it was rather obvious. Dekkan was indeed here to shop, gaining ingredients that he'd take home and prepare a number of ways to look into new entrees for the diner. Something that his abstractly minded short-order cook could whip up, and something his customers would enjoy. The issues of the day aside from his shopping cart were not his business, and unless they interfered with that, he wasn't going to stick his nose out enough to spite his face.
