(Commandeering Fett for downtime...)
Fett shook his head but remained quiet as he walked along with the other hunters. His hand was resting on the butt of his blaster rifle, just in case. Bossk's brashness would definitely get them all killed, he surmised. The Trandoshan was ruthless, but also blind. He would sooner cover the area in an erratic spray of fire, missing everything in sight. Perhaps, Fett thought, Bossk should do that. It would be his own fault, then, should he get hit.
In front of him, he watched Zuckuss scurrying behind 4-LOM. Small fry.
How the Gand even made it to such heights of notoriety as himself and the others still eluded him. With that less-than-imposing stature and tendency to flee from a fight, along with other odd quirks that Fett had noticed over the years, to him, Zuckuss simply was not cut out for the trade. No wonder he partnered often.
Beside Fett, his vacuum suit looking a bit worse for wear, Greedo scowled behind the transparent face plate. This one showed a degree of intelligence from time to time, Fett nodded. Though, his brashness, much like Bossk, would surely be his downfall. At least, he admitted, the Rodian could hold his own in a firefight. He knew how to shoot properly. Not a wild spray of wasted shots, Greedo knew to take his time, aim, and fire. And some of those holes drilled into the mercenaries were testament. Perhaps there was a bit more to this scrawny green cocksure creature than most realized...
Fett pulled himself out of his musings for a moment to study IG-88, who was vying with Bossk for leadership rights. He rather preferred the droid's calculated methods, as they reminded him of himself. And at this moment, long after one legitimate question had been drowned out by back-and-forth bickering, Fett decided to speak.
"If you are unsure of what's beyond the airlock, one of the droids must have a sensor array. Employ an infra-red sensor sweep." There. Simple answer to a simple question.