[@Crossfire]

The moment Taleste left the ship, she didn't immediately enter the bar. Her instincts told her that everyone entering at once, while not suspicious, did suggest that they were a crew. Taleste could be seen outwith that group, even to their own contacts, if she came in later. Now that really was going undercover! Besides, she needed spending money first. She has expensive drinking tastes.

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She entered the bar five minutes later, and went straight to the counter. "Oi, you got some homebrew in the back, don'tcha? I'll make it worth your while." she spoke to the barman in her alien dialect, that wasn't as strange in a place like this, and handed him several notes discreetly. Most bars in these sorts of docks made homebrew, though it was expensive and secret to all except those who have travelled to a lot of bars across the galaxy. The barman went to the back, and returned with a copper tankard full of a thick, brown, frothy liquid that was nothing like what anybody else was drinking. She took a large sip.

"By the cosmos, that's beaut'ful!"

Turning away from the bar, she looked around at all the patrons. She spotted Stryker immediately, and several of the contacts. They looked a rough band of mercs. Taleste was starting to feel sorry she'd left her gun on the ship an had only taken her knife and her lockpicking hit. Hopefully this mission would go smoothly.