Nova inspected the occupants of the cantina as she headed for the bar.  She ignored the noise and propositions with practiced ease, a cold glare and a hand on her blaster warding off anyone that got a bit too forceful.  Once she was on her stool, she ordered a Cometduster, then twisted in her seat.  She was looking for anyone she recognized that might have a job, or anyone else that seemed interesting.<br/><br/>She hated how comfortable she had gotten in these sorts of places.  Deep down, she still saw herself as a farm-girl, not a hardened mercenary.