"Was this one part of them?"
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<<Part of the stormtroopers?>> Litki asked incredulously. With her shoulder blazing in pain and the threat of death gripping her like a tangled robe, this seemed so absurd that she felt irrationally angry. As if the stormroopers would ever even want a Jawa among them. <<They shot me!>>
With her frustration satisfied, her anger faded and was quickly replaced by fear again. At least the Jedi and the others didn't seem like they wanted to kill her straight out. It was a desperate hope, but she clung to it, and felt words tumbling almost uncontrollably out of her mouth, struggling to make real arguments in a language designed just to hash out trade deals.
<<The stormtroopers aren't my friend. I shut off the lights so I could - so we could all escape. If you let me go, they'll have to find me too! I'll distract them! I won't tell anyone what I saw! They wouldn't listen anyway! They probably can't even...understand me...>>
She was wasting her time, she knew. These people probably couldn't even speak Jawa Trade, and even if they could, why would they care what she said? Talk is cheap. Either they would kill her or they would decide she's not worth the effort, but there was absolutely nothing Litki could do the affect their decision.