Chera saddled up to the bar and wasted no time on pleasantries or bullshit.<br/><br/>"Hey!" she waved over the burly alien barkeep.  "Me and my beau here need to get off station.  Fast.  And quiet."  She glanced about the bar and many tables with spacer types milling about.  "He has hard currency.  Who do you know here that'd be up for it?"