Oded's view of the casino was a fairly typical one; guards patrolled the floor, batons clearly visible on their hip, though it was likely not their only weapon. Waitresses were doing their best to distract gamblers with offers of drinks and snacks, as well as ample views of their cleavage. There didn't seem to be anything too unusual about the speeder, though without getting close enough to warrant suspicion there was really no way to tell either. He could also see a myriad of races at the various tables.<br/><br/>Savsta and Mila drew some eyes of their own, more than a few gamblers and even guards sneaking a glance at the pair. The guard Izzek spoke to had to close his mouth a bit when the zabrak asked his question, his composure quickly returning.<strong>"Hmph, try to win and keep winning. Maybe you'll get lucky enough to find out."</strong><br/><br/>Twenty-One was able to find a place to set up, the guards didn't seem to pay her too much mind, arms crossed. He gave a grunt in response, nodding his head towards the gambling tables. Next to him was a grinning man wearing a purple pinstripe vest, purple pants, white shirt, and orange bow tie.<strong>"Hah! You won't get any laughs out of him, honey. Don't think he'll spill the beans on what keeps this place nice and tight either. I hear they don't like people winning to much, if you know what I mean."</strong>