Tales from Jabba's Palace 1

Then, she made her way through the reinvigorated party atmosphere to where the bounty hunter Boba Fett stood silent guard. "Excuse me, sir," she said timidly, reaching a hand almost to his shoulder and then stopping, as if she'd been planning to tap him there and had suddenly thought better of it. "My name's Arica-I just came in today. That thing with the bounty hunter-that was pretty scary.
Does that sort of thing happen often?"
For a long moment he just stared at her, and for that same long moment Mara thought the game was up. Boba Fett had done a fair amount of quiet work for the Empire over the years, and it was entirely possible that he had spotted her at some point in the Emperor's entourage. She reached out with the Force, trying to touch his mind. But his control was excellent, and nothing she could read gave her any clues.

"Nice to meet you, Arica," he said at last, in that flat voice that so terrified his victims and impressed his employers. "Don't worry about Boushh-he might have looked crazy right then, but he's not. And don't worry about anyone else. Jabba knows who can be trusted. No one else gets in." He tapped the blaster rifle at his side. "And I stay
around here a lot between jobs."

"I'm glad," Mara breathed. "Thank you-I feel much better."

"My pleasure."

She smiled at him and moved away. So Boushh was indeed a man. Or at least, the real Boushh was.-Chpt.6 pgs.126-137