Part 21 - Yakusant
"Good call, Juragga." Indirectly intimidating without pushing anyone specific; just the sort of thing to keep people from approaching too close. Shard stares around the room, looking somewhat unfocused. Gradually her sidelong gaze settles upon one man - a human, from the look - for a moment longer than the others, then slides away. Slowly, she breathes out, and her gaze sharpens.
"I'm fairly sure, now, that word is out that there's a new ship," she quietly murmurs. "One fellow over there knows you, Jalt, and is considering setting up something for a delivery off this world. I'm betting it's something similar with most, if not all of the others; we're either new faces, or they know you and are looking to get some use out of that."
She elbows the smuggler in the side, but lightly. "Hey. You're famous."