"Huh." Based on the colors alone Cobb thought whomever had owned the armor might have been a decent man. There was a lot to say about dedication to duty. He felt that. And the green cape he wore felt a little more appropriate though he wouldn't claim Mandalorian colors for himself even if he was curious.

Probably wasn't a good cultural move to take from these people right in front of them. Cobb had learned that lesson with the armor.

"Ma'am, do you speak Basic?" he asked the woman behind the stall as polite as he could. "I'd love to buy some of these spices from ya. This one here? Smells just like what I've been lookin' for."

The kind of spice that would burn the back of the throat and make your nose run. Coruscant did not appreciate spicy food enough.