Aittera looked up at the news holofeed from the tattered booth she was currently occupying when she heard the other occupants of the cantina she was holed up in grow unusually quiet. The bartender was just turning up the sound.
“My name is Darth Ragious of House Arren...”
Kriff.
Whether he'd figured out that she was responsible for his wife's disappearance or was just fishing, it was only a matter of time now. She should probably get a little farther away, do a little more to conceal her identity and location.
Or...
She got up to stroll toward the bar, dropping a credstick in front of the bartender. “Another bottle of bourbon. Keep the glass.”
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