Staring blankly back at him, the officer replied, as if it were self-evident, "I don’t need to see your identification." His reaction was the opposite of Kenobi’s: his voice was normal, but his expression peculiar.
"These aren’t the ’droids you’re looking for," Kenobi told him pleasantly.
"These aren’t the ’droids we’re looking for." "He can go about his business." "You can go about your business," the metal-masked officer informed Luke.
The expression of relief that spread across Luke’s face ought to have been as revealing as his previous nervousness, but the Imperial ignored it.
"Move along," Kenobi whispered.
"Move along," the officer instructed Luke.
Unable to decide whether he should salute, nod, or give thanks to the man, Luke settled for nudging the accelerator. The landspeeder moved forward, drawing away from the circle of troops. As they prepared to round a corner, Luke risked a glance backward. The officer who had inspected them appeared to be arguing with several comrades, though at this distance Luke couldn’t be sure.
He peered up at his tall companion and started to say something. Kenobi seemed to have some idea where they were headed. Luke studied the run-down structures and equally unwholesome-looking individuals they were passing. They had entered the oldest section of Mos Eisley and consequently the one where the old vices flourished most strongly.
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