The Rodian doesn't move, keeping her eyes down on her glass. Fortuna continues to watch her, long after the Quarren has fled the cantina, his nearly-full glass still on the table.

"Would you like to join me, chik," he calls to her. She still keeps her eyes down, like she can't hear him now. "If you've been listening so closely..."

Hera's going to stay silent. She is.

She was going to stay silent. But then Fortuna flicks his fingers, and the the guard takes a step toward the Rodian's table.

"Schutta meulla." Hera says it loud enough to be heard, though it's a moment before she looks up. "Nu jun rom sendrnem?"