Another long drink was followed by a grunt of annoyance.  She glanced at the CorpEx crew, then muttered something rude under her breath and swung off her stool.  She wandered around the cantina, looking for anyone else she recognized, or anything interesting.  She didn't dance, or play billiards, though she was tempted by a game of chance.  After a glance at how many credits she had left, she decided against it, and returned to a stool by the bar.<br/><br/>Nova had drank sparingly during the hour, not having the money to do much more.  She took the key and the drink, tucking the former into a pocket, and downing the latter all at once.  She gave the waitress a nod of thanks, then headed upstairs with one hand on her blaster.