Kina nods at Watto's order, and makes thankful eyes at Qui-Gon as he slaps down Jar-Jar. She'll mind the shop, not like she has any choice. Maybe the droid will stay here and she can ask it questions! Maybe...why do you want me to pay attention to the pretty lady, mysterious force, there's a droid! It's a cool droid! Is it her droid? ...It is? Cooooool.
(No, Jar-Jar, you do not fondle the splindar multiplexer. If you do that just wrong you'll unleash the charge built up in the plasma capacitors (because the sandstorms are way too literal and Watto's too cheap to get proper doors even when she leaves the flimsis open to pages showing horrible industrial accidents from sandstorm-related ionization, it's a threat to your bottom line, why aren't you listening), and fry everything in four meters. She's thought about frying her bomb like that. The mysterious force looking over her shoulder didn't say it was a bad idea so she can at least be confident it's not going to explode if she does, but she doesn't have anywhere to go if she does.)
Watto's gone, with the guy who had the really intricate thingy under his robes. Looked kinda like a plasma torch but it was all wibbly in a way she hadn't seen before. Now's her chance. The lady who's also here is looking at her...oh no she doesn't know how to conversation she's in uncharted waters why is she risking this - her mouth operates on autopilot. "Hi! You're really pretty! And your droid's cool! An R2 class astromech is kinda fancy though so umm it's good that he's all sandy and hard to tell apart from cheaper models right now, someone might try and take him otherwise, and that would be bad! You don't want to have to go hunt your astromech droid out here! You might get hurt or just lose him and be stuck forever and ever and you don't want to be stuck here! I don't think anyone who's out here really wants to be, actually; they just don't really have better options...The spacers I talk to sometimes have contracts 'enforced by the Blaster Superior Court', I can't leave or I'd blow up and they'd probably kill my mom too and I'd be very sad about that and maybe really mad too. If I survived. Which I probably wouldn't. 'cause, uh, bomb. It goes boom and I'm all chunky goop, probably." Sadface, go. Living here sucks. And...she really wants to know this, so, "...Why are you here, if you've got an R2 and a Nubian? If you wanna tell me. You don't go here, you go up to the Hutt places, where people that fancy are supposed to be! I can understand if it's a secret...there's a lot of people who don't want to talk about stuff like that. But you're a nice people and most of those people are mean people."