Bela's eyes wandered along the man's gear. Yes, man. Considering his openness to the mission, he at least was deserving of that recognition. Then again, she had displayed the same sign of affection to would-be traitors in the past; arguably, he was no different. What her eyes looked for were, perhaps, disadvantages in his armour, or, even, the key to his gate. The Jedi's eyes drew upwards, meeting the man's...quite intensely, if she'd say so herself. "Consider this a premature symbol of my faith in you," she softly declared. As she leaned in towards him, Bela's hand slithered down his stomach. But not for the purpose a filthy manwhore would believe. As if a viper attacked its prey, she pulled the man's blaster from his pocket. Securing the weapon with two hands in a neutral position, Bela brought it between them. Almost ceremoniously, the Grand Master sealed a kiss at the midsection of the weapon. As her lips pressed against the crisp metal, she gave the smuggler a snarky wink before returning the weapon to its holder. In a final farewell bid, she respectfully bowed her head in respect to the smuggler. "Aim sharply. Shoot fast."