Elaine bowed slightly when her master introduced her to Titus, keeping her eyes fixed on the tall black-haired man. She noticed the red tribal paint on his armor for the first time.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700"><i>Mandalorian.</i></span>The scar across his cheek, his confident demeanor, keen eyes and tall posture pointed him as a veteran soldier, someone not to be messed with. She averted her eyes, looking emptily into space. She rather had her master do all the talking, she is not very good at it. She looked to the twi'lek barkeep for a moment and couldn't help but realize how innocent-looking she is. She didn't look like the type who owns a cantina. Elaine thought that the owner was probably elsewhere. She looked around her surroundings, listening to the upbeat jazz music, keeping her ears peeled for the ongoing conversation right next to her.