<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/32/66/c5/3266c521e7517760de09ab0d9ba3ab85.jpg)</div>She arched a brow and felt her lips twitch when he asked her name.  They both knew whatever name she gave wouldn’t be her real name, but it was part of the game.  Heavens forbid they not play the damn game.  “Tara.  Just Tara.”<br/><br/>He was going to make her work for it, which was fair enough.  He would be taking a risk, and he damn well knew it.  If she’d been able to leave and go through security like a normal member of society she wouldn’t need his help.  The fact that she couldn’t meant that he knew she was up to no good, or at least involved in something that was no good.  She couldn’t very well tell him, though.  That was almost guaranteed to get her turned in unless he was far more seedy than she had been led to believe.  It was the fact that he walked the line between criminal and legitimate that made his transport perfect for her after all.<br/><br/>She waved at the droid and ordered a couple more drinks, whatever he was drinking.  She needed it, and it was a decent way to start the hopefully temporary relationship between them.  As soon as the drinks were down and they were alone again she leaned forward, an unconscious motion that spoke of her nervousness.<br/><br/>“I just need to get off the planet, I don’t even care where you’re going,” she said.  “I need transport for myself and a droid, nothing more.  No contraband, the droid is legal,” she explained.  She couldn’t tell him much, but he didn’t need to know all that much.  Just enough to make a judgment call on whether or not it was worth it.<br/><br/>“I can offer you ten-thousand credits for transport at least three parsecs from here, and a drop off somewhere that I can find another transport.”