Nyr softly sipped from her drink as Nestegg spoke. She had to think about it carefully, admitting no small amount of trepidation and the thought of having to contend with an arms dealer. This was a completely different Huttball game from conspiring the downfall of her old masters. They were haughty aristocrats who spoke too much and too liberally about their misdeeds... This man or woman would no doubt be more vigilant, especially if they were consorting with the enemy, and especially around a pair of strangers.<br/><br/>The Twi'lek snatched up her datapad from the table and typed out the address so that she wouldn't forget. It must have<em>really</em>be a low class joint if she hadn't been there before... She had to put aside her current needs to focus on the task when the man himself was displayed. If only her handler had let her know he wasn't going to be around, Nyr would have satiated herself elsewhere. Speaking of which, she did have a question. "The man who was here before... I haven't seen him in, well, over a day now. Is everything's alright?"