"Can I see that?

Jylan passed his supplies silently to the Ubese who was treating the bleeding hulk which was apparently named Valik, the motley crew seemed to be organising itself after the poorly executed assault on the Krayt. The Wookie was lumbering up to him intently, Jylan may have been worried if he had known just how the Wookie felt about him at that particular time but matted fur is hardly the easiest thing to read emotions from.
It collapsed a few meters from him and Jylan decided to talk to the closest person who seemed to know what he was doing a Duros who was deactivating a droid.

"And whom might you be friend? I don't suppose you would be so kind to escort us to safety? You seem very capable of doing just that, and we would be grateful, oh yes very grateful indeed."

Jylan turned to the Duros “The dumbest bounty hunter on this rock, nice to meet you acquittance”, the Duros looked confused, “You just missed my friend a bounty hunter with the smallest bit of sense who is still camped up on the spit of rock up there,” he pointed to the location he'd just been shooting the Krayt from “picking you all off so he can claim the bounty for himself and pick around through your corpses for anything of value.”
"I on the other hand am Jylan Trell, giving out my medical supplies and walking into a group psychos who decided to take on a Krayt with little more then a few blasters and their bare hands... how are you today?"
Jylan tried to calm himself as the Duros stood there taken aback, he should really drink something the heat and the sand were getting to him and it wasn't his place to be helping people steal his work.
“As for transport, I only have this speeder biker and a small tow for my equipment, I don't think I'll be able to carry all of you,” he looked at the group suspiciously,””How did you get out here anyway.....”

Kressla took a step back. The directness of the Zabrak was more than a little intimidatng for his liking, but still he wasn't about to forget what he had done for them. This, his only comforting thought.

"We were sent here by a man named Crain. He promised us transport aboard his sandcrawler so that we may find a senator, whom we lost in a crash. A very unfortunate event indeed".

He paused fearing that he may have said too much.

The faint sound of small feet pattering across the sand could be heard coming closer, catching the parties attention in an instant. The Jawas approached cautiously almost camouflaged into their surroundings.

"The Duros be right, now... do you have me gem?"

Crain appeared from behind one of the rocks, a cynical man may have thought he'd been waiting there the whole time, loitering until the coast was clear to claim his prize.