<strong>Name:</strong>Hira Darksun<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Guys, Wounds and Strain count upwards, not downwards. We're all currently at 0 out of our threshold.<br/><strong>Wounds: 0/13</strong><strong>Strain: 0/13</strong><strong>Status:</strong>Cautious<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Well, both the money, and staying on the move. You know how it goes on the Rim, you stay in one place too long, you might never leave again."</strong>responding to Sassk with the hint of a smile under her hood at the good-natured Trandoshan, she once again saw how stupid the racism of the Core Worlds really was. The massive Trandoshan was a way more complex and amicable person than anyone on Coruscant would ever even dare to believe. Briefly, the hooded woman glanced past the massive alien, examining her fellow human with a quick glance.<br/><strong><br/>"Name's Hira, as Sassk here said. I do a bit of everything, as needed."</strong><br/><br/>The hairs in the back of Hira's neck suddenly stood up, and she turned her head the other way briefly, before casually addressing that odd feeling and sound from the dance floor.<strong>"Hey Sassk, this mission is one that'll start at the spaceport right? No... inclination to think we might get a nasty surprise here already?"</strong>Shifting very slightly in her seat, Hira was ready to leap up and over the bar if someone started firing at them. You could never be too careful on this planet. She definitely felt... watched, but it didn't seem like someone wanted them dead... yet.