<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/tumblr_m415mqXXWz1rr7wmzo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Dressing Room #1, Underworld 66 Club<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone present<br/><br/>A green skinned figure seated with the rest of the crew rolled his eyes as the job on offer just kept getting better and better. But the Mirialan man stayed silent, just as he had when they had met with Solomon Jericho, though he had had to remain out of sight then.<br/><br/>'Doctor' Sorin Nox slid a datapad out from his vest, and connected through to the Holo-net, browsing the medical articles that were automatically tagged for him. Negotiations were tricky, and one of the joys of being a part of a crew, was that he could leave speaking directly with the sleazy and self important blobs of wealth like Xam, to someone else. Not that their employer was likely objecting to the gorgeous figure who was negotiating with him now.<br/><br/>But the Doctor had not been totally idle, he had been watching, ready to reach for his blaster if things turned sour in a hurry. Very few people on Nar Shadaa were trustworthy, and in spite of the tendency for others to trust the smiling Doctor, he was not one of them either. It was always difficult being sharp eyed and cautious around the lovely Vialiah, but he was managing to keep his icy blue eyes mostly off of her.