<div class="floatleft">(http://i1206.photobucket.com/albums/bb457/Parlyguy/sasha.jpg)</div>Sasha sat at a nearby table, slightly away from the rest of the group, but well within range to be seen. She had a datapad and a glass of water in front of her, and alternated between the two, taking a sip of her glass and then returning to pushing buttons and reading data that came on the screen. It wasn't rare for the young girl to be seen in front of some type of screen, after all she was a slicer. Right now, she had been busy making connections to some deep holonet servers. The galaxy was in turmoil and she wanted to keep an eye on what was really happening, and not what the galactic news media said. She didn't care about the politics of it, but was more concerned as to what she could get out of it. Whenever things moved, opportunities arose.<br/><br/>However, her concentration was disrupted when a man came in and looked quite demanding, going to talk to the Zeltron. She glanced at him, and took a discret holoshot with her datapad, then launched a search throughout the network to try and find out everything she could about him. While she waited for the results to return, she listened into the conversation but stayed quiet, letting the others talk, content with simply learning all she could. Sasha also made sure to keep an eye on her surroundings, something she always did. They were in a place filled with thugs and bandits. She didn't mind this type of place, in fact this was usually the best type of location for her to go in and work without the authorities catching her, but she still needed to be careful.<br/><br/>Taking another sip of her water, she shifted her weight in her seat, and kept her eyes and ears opened.