Jay didn't look all that different from any other random pilot in the Ryloth cantina. Maybe a little younger, sure, but otherwise unremarkable. Mussed dark hair gathered at the back of her head, a smear of engine grease on her cheek, a well-scuffed flight jacket. The requisite spacer blaster slung on a holster on her hip. She surveyed the bar quietly, found a quiet little spot and beelined for it.
She raised a pair of fingers, ordered a Corellian brandy - in an accent that seemed to match the dirnk - and tossed a few coins down to pay for it. She took her drink and found a booth in a small corner, slipping down to sit in it.
Been too long since I was on Ryloth, she mused. I don't know anyone here anymore..
Nursing her brandy, she took quiet stock of the patrons. Largely Twi'lek, of course, but this being a spacer cantina there were plenty of others in evidence. A devaronian arguing with a Zabrak over payment, a few Bith, even - she noted with some surprise - a Talz! She always liked Talz. They reminded her quite a lot of a stuffed toy she used to have as a girl.
Not that she ever told them that. That would be demeaning at best, she thought.
She ran a little mental tally of her finances, then checked her datapad to confirm. As usual, the balance was a bit lower than she expected, and she swore quietly under her breath.
Okay, so we're not leaving Ryloth without a job...
