"Oh, I'm sorry, dearie," Jourla's pretty face shows up in the holoscreen, "it seems our bulk shipment is delayed." She grins and runs a half gloved hand, her fingers and knuckles exposed, down her green lekku. "Maybe you'd like to join me in two hours and we can pass the time until it shows."<br/><br/>Jourla. She's handled Grel's contract with Nova since he put her to work. She seems to specialize in people; every job Nova's gotten directly from her has been bringing in bounties. Sure, she's moved some other cargo, some of it even legal, for Grel, but those have been for a couple of other gangsters who negotiate with Jourla.<br/><br/>Jourla's face grows in the holocom as she leans into her receiver. "What do you say, Nova. Just one drink won't hurt. It'll just be us girls." Her predatory grin isn't any better up close.