Approach the Stormtrooper Escort.

Your first steps towards the guards are slow and measured, appropriate for the current atmosphere. Especially since there is an a certain animosity between the Mandalorian people and the Galactic Empire, but it wouldn’t do to start blasting on a planet in the Inner Rim nevermind Coruscant of all places.

You see her escort first before anyone else. Stopped by them as they stand in front of a room, a private lounge likely installed into the establishment for better quality food and service - a perk for the upper class, Imperial Officers on leave among other high profile officials.

“Hold it, Mando. Turn in the weapon.” Said one soldier, having the bravado to walk into your personal space. And the audacity of asking for your weapons?