Elmus drags his feet into the cantina, a sour look on his face.  He sits down at the bar, offhandedly remarking to those around him, "Do people dodge lasers anymore?"  He wipes some soot and grease spots off of his blue mechanic's jacket, having no real effect on the cleanliness of the garment.  "Hrmm.." he looks up at the bartender.  "Oh, ermm...fruit juice?  Whatever you've got."<br/><br/>He scrounges around in a pocket for a couple of credits and drops them on the table, then opens up a shiny metal box, removing a large sandwich, and commences eating it, watching the room and the medal awards out of the corner of his eyes as he goes over some numbers on his note tablet.