Well then, the approaching group forms a vague semi-circle around you guys, facing your ship.
Rather like the various ships around you, they are a disparate bunch, dressed not unlike you- which is to say, representing a wide variety of cultures and experiences; there are cloaks and ponchos and jackets. Many wear goggles, others wear masks- the bright sun is likely part of that.
Many of them are also armed to the teeth. One, in particular, is casually bearing a high-area-yield concussion rifle, a rather nice piece of heavy weapons technology.
The two who step forwards to speak seem acquainted; one wears worn clothing and a worn face; he has the look of a veteran and bears a simple pistol at a side holster. The other has no gun and is more elegantly dressed, complete with cloak. They are exchanging words with other as you guys left the ship.
The vet is the one who talks.
"I'm told you have landed a cargo ship. You seem to be well-crewed for traders. Let me just double-check- were you here to sell to anyone in particular?"
Xavier stands next to Gallador as the two approach. He keeps his mouth shut deciding to let those with a gift for speech to do the talking. He instead tries to size up the force around them in particular he tries to make observations about the cloaked figure. See if there is anything that stands out about that person.