I hand my hands in my pockets, one resting on the holdout blaster I had just taken and the other on the knife I had taken. I watched the Mandalorian ease off of his blaster, and I eased off of mine, though he couldn't have seen it other than my arm tensing up. "I hid from the police. Old habit." I answered his question as if that was all the needed explanation.
"If I recall correctly," I said, scratching my short beard. I needed to shave badly. "near most CSF stations there is a medical clinic, most often next door or across the street. Because of the constant warring around the galaxy, last I checked, CSF started posting its buildings near strategic locations, like train stations. We should see one when we reach the top." I informed them both.
"And someone below these levels hiding from a Bounty Hunter? I would bet they are on the first ten or so floors. The bottom five are uninhabitable, pure poison in the air." I told the Mandalorian. "Need a hazmat suit to get down there and out alive."