From where Tir was sitting, she could see and hear the scene unfold between this Tiss’shar male and those around them, provided she focused on them. Or at least, she heard most of it. The woman at the counter identified herself as “Teema” towards the Besalisk, which, given the name of the diner, almost certainly meant she was the proprietor of the restaurant. She seemed brusque, fast-talking, and even for Tir, a bit difficult to understand. The Besalisk appeared to simply be a customer: one who was at least friendly enough to strike up a conversation with strangers. Although, she supposed it was possible that he did actually know the Tiss’shar, and had simply never been to the diner. As for the Tiss’shar himself, she found that there were some details she noticed which made him seem more familiar than she would have expected.

While the general noise of the restaurant did make it somewhat difficult to hear clearly, Tir thought she heard the proprietor refer to the Tiss’shar as “Dyno,” or something similar. Tir could have easily misunderstood the woman’s accent, but his voice also had a familiar sound to it, which gave her an educated guess as to who he might be. However, she was pulled away from her eavesdropping when a waitress, a Falleen woman evidently named “Phabbs” stepped between them, asking for her order in a voice that was just barely rude enough to still have some plausible deniability. Tir had not actually intended to stay in the diner for long, being that she had only arrived in the first place for a matter of business. However, this Tiss’shar had her curious, and besides which, she supposed the smell from carrying around that severed head for the past few hours had given her a bit of an appetite. 

Since Tir had not so much as seen a menu, she decided to order something common, and simple. [color=f7941d]”Hmm, yes, thank you. I’ll have a gizka steak. Raw, if possible. And a glass of water. That will be all for me.”[/color] She answered, simply and directly. 

Tir gave the waitress a chance to write her order and get on her way before she focused her attention back on the Tiss’shar. Seeing as her booth was rather close, she decided it couldn’t hurt to simply walk up and introduce herself. There were certainly many people in level 3030 who were rightfully afraid to so much as be around strangers. Generally, it was the new arrivals who would make an effort to be open and friendly, but Tir was something of an exception in that regard. 

Standing up from her booth, Tir left behind the now-empty pouch the Devaronian had given with her payment to mark the booth as taken, then walked the short distance towards the counter. Stopping just in front of the Tiss’shar, she leaned herself against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. For a brief moment, she was silent as she curiously looked him over, apart from the rhythmic tapping of one of her metal claws against the wall. 

[color=f7941d]”I will be entirely honest, I did not expect to meet one of my own kind today. Or any day, really. The name’s Tir-Nem-Saral. A pleasure.”[/color] Tir said politely and directly, which frankly could be seen as strange in this area.