There were quite a few people making their way into the cantina by this point, and Sirka'ith was ignoring most of them. She usually didn't care what others were doing, as there were few stupid enough to actually make trouble with her. One advantage of her appearance was that all but the most arrogant, or most intoxicated, would pick her as a target. In all the time she had lived on Nar Shaddaa, she had never once been the target of a mugging, an impressive feat to anyone who had even passing knowledge of the Smuggler's Moon. As such, she felt no real need to be cautious in public places. Whereas some rightfully paranoid individuals might size up crowds or plot escape routes, Sirka never bothered. Her escape plan was always the same: walk straight out the front door, and crush anyone who tried to stop her. 

The only time Sirka paid attention to the crowd was when it looked like something interesting was going to happen. and when the Besalisk started to bother the armored Human woman, it seemed like she would get to see just that. A good bar fight was always fun to watch, or get involved in, depending on what mood struck her. For now, though, she just turned her head towards the pair, sipped her drink, and watched the show. Unfortunately, it didn't last long, as the Besalisk was as uncoordinated as he was stupid, so the woman was able to end it in a matter of moments, followed shortly by some other guy shooting him while he was down.

Sirka grunted as she glanced down to the Besalisk on the ground. At first, she thought her entertainment was over, but then the man who shot him elected to sit down next to this "Crimson Assassin" and try the exact same thing as the Besalisk. At this point, Sirka could not help but to burst out laughing. "That's great. Men really never learn, do they?" Sirka commented loudly enough to be heard by pretty much everyone in the cantina. "Oh, and you better be intending to tip the bartender for the mess. There aren't many people I care about, but I respect the one giving me my drinks."