When she at first couldn't hear his footsteps on the ramp, she turned around with a sigh, only to see him standing there, looking into her eyes. She was surprised to see worry in his eyes, as if he was trying to reach out to her for comfort. Meena hesitated for a moment, but decided that he'd have to go through this alone and understand just how it felt like for her to set foot on a planet with a proper law enforcement. Besides, she really didn't want to feel sorry for him, because he was far from deserving that right now. She turned her back to him and focused on the myriad of other ships that had arrived or were leaving. Criminals, all of them. You could tell from miles away just by looking at them.<br/><br/>She heard Drak comment something about the stench and she smirked to herself. He'd better get used to it, as she had a strong feeling that he would be spending more time on this moon than he'd like to. Meena waited for him to walk down the ramp before closing it, leaving Vul inside to guard the ship. There were several errands she'd have to take care of on Nar Shaddaa, but her priority was to get something to drink and relax for a bit. Also, she desperately wanted to meet a good friend of hers and ask for valuable advice. Perhaps then her plan concerning Drak would become more concrete. "A friend of mine is running a successful cantina around the corner." Meena replied and nodded towards the neon sign of a gundark. The Parched Gundark was a cantina in which she had conned rich men countless of times and therefore it held a special place in her heart.<br/><br/>As she began leading the way to the cantina, past fellow smugglers, bounty hunters, thieves, pirates and assassins who were unloading or loading cargo, she thought of her plan. Since Coruscant the plan had been to leave Drak on Nar Shaddaa, where he would have virtually no friends, no money, no ship, nothing. But although her heart really was as black and as wilted as some of her victims had said when testifying against her, she was slightly hesitant.<br/><br/>Outside the cantina, several scantily clad Twi'lek women were positioned. One of them waved at Drak and winked in a suggestive manner. "Hey hot shot! You look exhausted! I could fix that... 60 credits for an hour, just for you!" The woman giggled. Meena glanced over to Drak with an amused look on her face. "Your call. I don't mind waiting." Not waiting for his answer, she pushed open the cantina doors and stepped inside into a cloud of smoke, through which she could make out the bar and several occupied tables. Drunk chattering, laughing and the upbeat music played by a band brought back many memories in which she had walked over to the bar in her little red dress, greeted the man, played hard to get and then collected the money.<br/><br/>She pushed her way to the bar where a few empty seats were located. Just as the bartender, a stout man with countless scars and marks on his arms, turned around to greet the new customers, a wide smile spread on her face as he froze still. "Meena?" He mouthed in disbelief and then exclaimed: "Meena! You're out of prison! How? Why? When? You owe me a full and truthful explanation right now. Drinks on me." Meena laughed as he turned to the other bartender, a male Wookie who was mixing drinks. "Hey! Fur coat! This lady gets free drinks all night. Do you understand that?" The Wookie responded with a lazy growl and went on to take Meena's first order, a simple beer.<br/><br/>"And, who is this?" The man asked, now shifting his attention to Drak. "Please don't tell me you've become boring like everyone else and married to a man!"<br/><br/>"Oh, no, absolutely not!" Meena hurried on to say. "This is Drak, he's been working together with me since I got out of prison. We're just colleagues. If you could get him free drinks, that would be nice as well."<br/><br/>"Anything you want." The man nodded to her and then held out his hand to Drak. "Nice to meet you, I'm Vince, owner of this place. What can I get you?"