There are two beings behind them that happen to be hard to see. A tall, bird-like alien species with one trait that makes them particularly adept at sneaking around - feathers that seem to blend into the colors of their surroundings. They don't appear to armed.

Appearing from behind a corner, in front of them, are three figures. By the look of them? Two humans - one male and one female - and a muscular, blue skinned twi'lek. This group is armed. Dressed in the kind of garb that people from Han's galaxy equate with the criminal element.

"Hard to catch you without your furry bodyguard, Solo." The cobalt skinned figure says. His lips curling into a self-amused smile when he sees the bottle and recognizes what he might possibly be interrupting.

Han's eyes flick over to the other and with a look that suggests he' extremely bored by this confrontation already, he acknowledges his tormentor, while setting the bottle carefully on the ground.

"Garem Till. It's been a while." Solo purses his lips and then adds. "What's this about ..."