"No, you certainly don't." He turned, casting a quick glance back at the body over one squared shoulder. In the distance, the crowd continued to mill about, passing by the alley with only the occasional upward look. None had noticed the pair lingering in the dimness -- none yet, at least. "Naboo may be busy dealing with its burgeoning refugee crisis, but it still seems imprudent to leave corpses lying around. For one thing, that one wasn't a refugee. He has family. Family who might come to miss him sooner rather than later."
His left hand slipped out from behind his back. "I'll ask again. This thing you do..." He gestured, briefly, to her gloved hands. "Is that all you can do? Are there any other hidden... talents?"