Kanan involuntarily ducks his head at that, hoping no one looks over at the Rodian.

Fortuna, however, does, dismissing the Quarren from his attention as if the other being weren't even there.

"My ship is perfectly acceptable,," the Quarren says, moving to his feet with alacrity, voice gone quiet. "Thank the incomparable Jabba for his consideration."

The Gamorrean shifts to keep themself between Fortuna and the Quarren, but also to give themself a line on the Rodian, in case Fortuna looks too displeased.

Or that's Kanan's guess, anyway.