"Might be. Can't talk now, I got customers. But stick around, I'll be able to take a break in about an hour when the CorpEx crew," he nods his head toward several spacers in their black vacuum skinsuits, "has to leave for their freight run."<br/><br/>Lots of loud, electronic  music and flashing lights await Nova in the next hour, along with near mating on the dance floor and noise from the various games of skill and chance near the bar. There's a sonic billiards table not in use and several males of various species at the bar.<br/><br/>A few minutes after Nova sees the CorEx leave, a waitress brings her another cometduster. A drink and a datakey that the waitress slyly passes to Nova. "1312," she says just loud enough to be heard over the din and motions up with a roll of her eyes and lifted brow.