Sivvy took one hand off the ladder up the building he was climbing to see if anyone was chasing him.  He casually dangled by one arm and one foot, each on their respective rungs, about thirty feet above the concrete alleyway.  After a minute or so, he realized no one was in pursuit.  Oh well, he shrugged, guess the bigwigs didn't want exercise right now; maybe later.  He smiled to himself as he loped down the ladder, swinging widely with his arms like some sort of overgrown monkey, his legs never touching the rungs beneath him.  

Once descended, Siven unclipped his megaphone from where'd he'd kept it on his belt for the climb.  Walking down the street with his favorite toy in hand, he entered the nearest cantina establishment.  Spying an empty seat at the bar near two men covered in metal, Sivvy snatched up a seat and casually ordered a Sluxian ale on the rocks.  His megaphone sat atop the wooden bar cone pointing downwards, handle towards Sivvy. He looked over at the men having a conversation next to him, something about pickles, and waved.  [color=fff200][b]"Eyy mahn!"[/b][/color] he said jovially after one of the men reached for his shot glass.