"I think we could make it to Bothawui. Lots of options there."
They continue on, slowly working through their meals and going back and forth about whether they should pick up something here or use the fuel they have left to get to a nearby system. It's enough for them to mostly block out the commotion around them, which includes at least one more broken glass and a shouting match over Dust Juice.
What does catch Hera's attention is a hush over the cantina. She glances up, instinctively toward the door, figuring a new patron might have caused the sudden silence.
And she's right. In the doorway, there's a pale Twi'lek, dressed in long black robes, his lekku settled around his shoulders. He's accompanied by a single Gamorrean guard, a Quarren in a cape at his other side. For a few seconds, the other patrons watch the group, but the Twi'lek ignores this, moving with the guard among the tables, while the Quarren heads for the bar.
As they come closer, Hera quickly turns her head away.
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They continue on, slowly working through their meals and going back and forth about whether they should pick up something here or use the fuel they have left to get to a nearby system. It's enough for them to mostly block out the commotion around them, which includes at least one more broken glass and a shouting match over Dust Juice.
What does catch Hera's attention is a hush over the cantina. She glances up, instinctively toward the door, figuring a new patron might have caused the sudden silence.
And she's right. In the doorway, there's a pale Twi'lek, dressed in long black robes, his lekku settled around his shoulders. He's accompanied by a single Gamorrean guard, a Quarren in a cape at his other side. For a few seconds, the other patrons watch the group, but the Twi'lek ignores this, moving with the guard among the tables, while the Quarren heads for the bar.
As they come closer, Hera quickly turns her head away.