[he nudges, and she follows — not because of the nudge, of course, because he's not telling her what to do, but because she gets the idea. the shouting and the grills in concert will cover up nearly anything they say. it's a strategically sound move.

she angles in toward him, her back to the crowd, as close as anyone can physically be without touching. in an open market, that won't won't make anyone look their way twice; they'll just look like two people going off together, like people do.

the thought brings on another faint snort. like what people might think would ever actually happen.]

Doesn't matter whether there's actually a dungeon or not, does it? [her brow ticks up.] Just threatening people with it is enough to scare them away from looking at things they don't want them to look at.

[they're from the same galaxy, so he presumably knows how the empire works; sure, she's been imprisoned five, six times, but the threat of it is enough of a deterrent to keep most people in line. unless she'd given him too much credit, and he is, in fact, as stupid as her first impressions would've suggested, his ideas from the past few minutes just a fluke.]