A Zabrak woman moved out of an alley beside the bar, her eyes scanning the area as she moved towards the entrance, a blaster slung noticeably on the belt of her jumpsuit. Vixai slid through the entrance, right before a group of humans moved inside. She sighed as she entered, remembering how much she truly hated places like this, too loud, too crowded, too many unnecesarily angry and shady beings trying to forget their lives through alcohol. She had never been a fan of the stuff, it messed with her work too much, she always needed to have her eyes open and on the prize.

As she glanced around the establishment she noticed two shady characters looking at her menicingly, she calmly moved her hand towards her belt and tapped the butt of her blaster. They would be foolish to try anything anyway, but it never hurt to let others know that you weren't a pushover ready to be jumped and taken who knows where. The two wisely looked away as Vixai walked towards the backrooms.

She was nervous about meeting the others, but she couldn't let that show, they were all hardened enough to take the job. While she would have rather worked alone, she would try to be friendly with them. Partly avoid getting shot in the back, though again she would never admit that either. The tall Zabrak girl found the door which would lead to the others, she carefully opened it after a deep breath.

"Um, hi, I'm Vixai." She said, in her usual quiet tone of speaking to the others as she entered the room, hoping she wasn't disturbing anything.