Part 21 - Yakusant
Shard makes a quick nod to Haarmon -- even if he isn't here -- when he answers. ++ Got it. We'll catch up with you later, Haarmon. ++ It's all she has right now, not wanting to reply any other way in a seedy bar. "Just some small stuff, nothing pressing," she states to the others, turning her back again on the bar and leaning against it.
The older woman is rather certain they'll get the idea; they're not on a shipping run, and Haarmon has absolutely zero reason to contact them for small stuff.
Off goes Kiran. She wants to comment, holds back; if someone is eavesdropping, it won't look good. "Friendly guy," she instead fires to Jalt with a faint smile. "Glad you two know each other; you had me worried at the start, void curse it all."
Aaaaaand, back he comes.
"You people often get this kind of mess around here?" she inquires, circling a finger pointed upward. "Star destroyers...their little winged devils flying around firing at everything? 'Cause where I come from, everyone would be chattering about it, even the people with something to hide. Here?" The finger flicks to indicate the bar. "Nothing. Like it's happenstance."