Nillian did another pass over the distribution center. As best she could figure, this place was a warehouse for a handful of wealthy denizens. The kind of folk that donate once a year and never think about you again. That made what she was planning so much sweeter. This altitude made it very hard to see, but a few bounces could give her a lot of... good news. She hoped. It sounded like someone else was intruding too, and that meant an entrance if she played her cards right. She dove quickly and hid on a rooftop. From this distance, she could see the... man? To be truthful, she'd never seen anything quite like him- Some sort of dragon came to mind, but she wasn't exactly well-versed in the races of the galaxy. It didn't really matter. He did seem to be a bit too... comfortable to be hacking the door. That said, she could wait. Pulling out he pistol, she kept watch for threats other threats while staying out of sight of the drake-man-person.

She took a moment to collect her thoughts and prioritize:
	1) Money. Money buys food, ammo, and maybe a new shield generator... if the cats here were fat enough.
	2) New tech. She would nab anything she could get her hands on, as long as that thing didn't involve dying to get.
	3) Information. You can sell it for money.
	4) Anything else of use, that she could fly away with. Nothing too heavy, she didn't have much else for escape options.