As soon as his pal is hoisted up and over the other droid's head, the smaller Devaronian starts to look nervous, like he is realizing he's gotten in over his head and wants to back out now.

"Oh no you don't," Elthree chides him, grabbing him by the wrist and twisting around her midsection, using the momentum to drag him head on into the alley wall. He's dazed by the impact, and she places her other hand on the back of his neck, keeping him pinned there, so she can admonish him properly.

"The next time I see you to so much as look askance at another droid, I'll tear your feeble organic brains out through your noses, do you understand me?"

He nods, pathetically, and whimpers for her to let him go. She acquiesces, shoving him roughly in the direction of the bigger Devaronian, now lying face down on the ground.

"Take your friend and leave, if you know what's good for you."