The heat, which had receded slightly inside the relative cool of the junk shop, returned in full force as Padmé followed Qui-Gon down the streets of Mos Espa. Danta was still lolling on her shoulder, his shifting short footsteps made Padmé travel slightly to the right of a straight line. “Very well,” Qui-Gon replied resignedly, “we’ll have to try something else.” “What’s wrong, Master Jinn?” Padmé asked as the Jedi Master replaced his comlink in its pouch. “That dealer has the parts we need, and we have nothing to trade,” Qui-Gon explained. “Nothing that he will accept.”