There was a split second as the otherwise drunken mercenary turned full-on bounty hunter, scooping up one of the cubes, a pistol materialising in one of her hands, before realising where she was. "Sorry. Force of habit. Heh. Force. And I'm a space bounty hunter. Boba fuckin' Fett over here." She giggled to herself. "Sandy Caine. What's yer moniker?"