Hera lowers her head, though it'll do nothing to hide her lekku. She's ready to ignore the conversation, and instead try to focus on finding something palatable on this menu -

"You're crazy, Brock -"

"That's Hutt stuff, the Empire's won't go for it -"

The blond shakes his head, speaking quieter (or what he likely imagines is quieter), "No, it's already happening -"

Her eyes stay down, but that's when Hera stops reading.