Looking up from the drink she'd been nursing, Corporal Alanna Danaron's eyes narrowed a little as she watched General Calrissian from across the room.  While, at times, she thought his behavior was less than appropriate for a general, she figured that he had earned the right to let loose a little.  The guy had flown into the mouth of the rancor, really.  He was the pilot who, along with Wedge Antilles, had blown the core of the Death Star to bits, along with the rest of the station.  Seeing how the man grinned and laughed as he won another hand, she smiled a little herself before taking another sip from her beer.<br/><br/>As the group of men entered the cantina, she turned her attention to Ralgis as he spoke.  As he finished speaking, she sighed, shaking her head a little as all the rookies scrambled to get in line for their patches.  She would pick up hers later, but now... she was more curious as to what the lieutenant wanted to talk to the commandos about.  She drained the rest of her beer and stood up, taking a moment to glance down at the R2 unit near her.  "Well, Beeper... we might as well go see what he wants, huh?"  Beeper gave a low warble, managing to sound curious himself, if that was possible.  Then, seeming to think, he made a sound like a raspberry.<br/><br/>Alanna laughed and lightly smacked the top of his dome.  "Hey, be polite, Beeper.  He's a superior officer, that doesn't mean he's going to be an ass."  Beeper warbled again, sounding disbelieving, but he followed his owner regardless as she made her way over to join the small contingent of commandos that were gathering around the lieutenant.  What was this all about?  Moving to the front of the group, she saluted the lieutenant with a slight grin.  "Corporal Danaron here, sir.  I think this is everyone."