"Comin' right up, hon," the Nautolan said, swishing off back towards the kitchen. The diner was fairly quiet. An ithorian sipped his caf through a straw as he went over the latest news on a datapad; two older bothans in nice-looking suits seemed to be chatting about their glory days, arguing good-naturedly; and a young human with hair dyed a brilliant blue seemed to be listening on headphones, playing along on an imagined instrument.<br/><br/>Azza returned with the wrapped-up sandwich. "Well, that'll be three credits. Have yourself a nice day now," she said with a small smile.