Trisha glanced around before her eyes fell on her target.  A small smile crossed her lips as she spotted her target, and she began to make her way in that direction.  She didn't have her blaster on her, and was dressed in clothes that fit in the club well enough.  A hold-out blaster and knife were concealed under her clothes, and the transmitter to contact the troopers if she needed them.<br/><br/>She leaned against the bar as she arrived, motioning for the bar tender.  "A Pink Nebula please."  She asked, her ears trying to pick out what the pair were saying as she waited for her drink.  She turned so that her back was resting on the bar, and stared out at the floor like she was looking for something.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Maegan rolled: 1d20, adding 6to the total<br/>Comment: Perception<br/>Result: 9,<br/>Total: 15</div></div>