Leia was lurking in the shadows, wearing a hooded cloak. She was prudently watching the doorway of the pub from a dark alley. A few interesting-looking types had gone in already, and all seemed quiet, so she followed. She walked into the pub. It seemed to be the kind of place where people didn't ask too many questions,. It wouldn't do to be drunk, but she wanted a drink, so she got some cloudy lemonade. After a moment's thought, she asked for some pork scratchings as well. A commoner's luxury she was quite partial to, that you didn't get in the Palace. 

She saw a man go into the back room, clearly armed with some kind of steam shotgun. She paused for a moment and heard no shooting, so not an assassin. Another guest, such as herself. She let her curiosity get the better of her, and went into the back room with the others.