[At this most recent threat of violence, Threepio starts and begins to hurriedly back away, his apologies and supplications trailing away as he distances himself from the angry teen]

Dreadfully sorry, sir. I'll just be taking my leave. Do let me know if I can be of some assistance. I shan't disturb you any further. Be sure to keep dry lest you catch ill.

[until he reaches the path and nyooms away; chastising himself at another failed Asch interaction]