They wander out into the city that surrounds the stretch of campus. It's busier, and louder, as speeders race buy and other pedestrians make their way among shops and homes and restaurants. The austere lighting of the campus gives way to bright, blinking signs in windows and glinting traffic lights. Within a few blocks, there's a small bar that looks slightly less crowded than the others, though before Hera and Kanan reach it, a speeder slams to a halt in front of it, a group of already rowdy-looking humans and climbing out of it. They're old enough that they might be graduate students, or younger faculty. Hera stops short as they come together to head into the bar.

But her eyes flicker from the group almost at once, as she catches sight of the speeder. Once they're inside, she takes a step closer. It's large enough to comfortably hold a driver and four passengers, its elaborate bodywork of cool blues and violets glittering under the street lamps and flashing signs, and Hera moves along it until she finds the the logo -

"SoroSuub Corp," she says, glancing back to Kanan. "Probably one of the most expensive you can get."