[center][color=808B96][h2][b]F a r y n  N o n o m e[/b][/h2]Nar Shaddaa [b]-[/b] Refugee Sector
[i]The Refuge[/i] Cantina[/color][/center] [hr]
The cantina was packed with glass jars of assorted shapes and sizes. Some were tall and others were wide or with various projections jutting out of their main form. However, this wasn't an unusual sight for the venue or the lone Zeltron lingering to the side of its entrance. What intimidated the woman was the colorful vapors that swirled inside each clear container. The different pigments mixed while keeping within their respective boundaries, yet the whole place was too packed with a variety of diverse hues and shades that it strained on Faryn. Her eyes were well adjusted, but her internal framework had enough pressure to make her uneasy.

Long, dark eyelashes lightly breathed against her skin before she opened her eyes and saw the scene most everyone else was: a regular cantina booming with patrons that had come from all crevices of the galaxy. The uniform bond, no matter how general, granted her the brief reassurance to enter. Tugging her shrouding brown cloak closer to her form, Faryn took ample measures to not get too close to anyone as she made her way to the stools that rested at the round bar.

Some of the clear glasses were pressed tightly against each other or stacked on top of without either managing to crack. However, the indigo-haired female knew that her getting too close would result in the shattering of the protective barrier that prevented her from becoming overwhelmed. If she were lucky, she would only encounter vials filled with warm oranges and fuzzy yellows. But she had seen a significant amount of vessels with harsh reds and sickly greens when taking in the area before immersing herself into it. She didn't like her odds and couldn't risk it. Especially since she was at this specific setting of a multitude of passions for an entity that threatened her.

Despite not being the table she was designated to, Faryn took a seat once at the bar. Ending up next to a Human male whose focus was on chatting up a beautiful Twi'lek was not her ideal choice but there was limited availability and the Zeltron could appreciate the lack of attention. She needed to focus on her surroundings, specifically in the area of table 17.

Still, she wished she could have a drink to calm her nerves. It probably wasn't the best idea since it would take more than a few to get the desired affect, and she would eventually have to succumb to interacting with whomever the Exchange had gathered for her to work alongside. And she knew nothing about them. Diverting her attention to the location as a means of distraction, Faryn wondered why the organization had decided for everyone to meet here. It certainly had a level of danger and risk both to those gathered and the exposure of whatever task they would be given. Perhaps they weren't even being given a mission; perhaps they [i]were[/i] the mission. It was easier to capture or kill certain individuals without tipping off the others if they all were gathered and taken care of at the same time, right? What if the Exchange were watching them this instant? They probably were. And that was why she decided to distance herself from the target area.

Finally deciding to take a look at where she was [i]supposed[/i] to be, Faryn slowly turned to see a Nautolan and Human at the table with another figure approaching them. Although she did not see anyone affiliated with the Exchange, or that she knew of, the newcomer carried themselves as if they were. She didn't need to use her empathy to tell that all three of them were on edge and most likely suspicious of each other. Knowing that postponing heading over was making matters worse, the woman still couldn't convince herself of the benefits to going. Sure she knew the risks of doing the opposite but with the atmosphere that surrounded the table, she would surely be affected and merely contribute to the cycle of distrust and lack of unity.

Hearing the voice of the man next to hear speak to the bartender, Faryn listened as she heard him instruct the other to continue serving the Twi'lek he had been conversing with earlier once she came back from getting some fresh air. Inside he burned a vibrant crimson; cocky and unburdened from any doubt. She could really use some of that confidence. Exhaling, the girl brought a gentle hand to pull off the hood of her cloak, consequently releasing her sweet smelling pheromones in the man's direction. Immediately, he shifted his attention to the other for the first time and took in the woman. Rudely snapping for the bartender's attention without taking his eyes off Faryn, he spoke once the man came back to assist them.

"Actually, have my tab placed on this lovely lady."

A soft, playful giggle emitted from Faryn as she felt the jar cracking and wisps of red seeped out toward her. But things were moving too slow. Placing her hands on the man's face, the Zeltron pulled him closer and engaged in a passionate kiss with the stranger with no sense of shame despite feeling the looks of others. Some were intrigued while others were abashed. But those didn't matter because the glass was shattered now and she was engulfed in a burning sensation that brought her back to her assured self. It was nice.

Once she felt the man's grip on her upper arm, she knew she would have to slow down the passion felt for it would evolve to something different than she initially desire. Thankfully, some shouting could be heard and it was enough to distract the two. Pulling away and looking in the direction of the commotion, Faryn felt the curiosity of those surrounding her which only served to amplify her own interest. She must have affected the Human she had just engaged with too for he left his seat to join the growing crowd surrounding the commotion. Unable to see past the gathering, the woman turned to the bartender.

[b]"I'd like a tray of your best assortment for a whole table, please. Thank you."[/b]

As she waited, she concentrated on blocking out whatever was occurring that held the attention of many others. Another vial had broken but this time it was anger that was spreading.

Just as the bartender handed her a tray filled with many different colored drinks, Faryn caught the words of someone that had been directly involved in the situation she was currently trying to avoid. The attention wasn't good for them, and she was sure the Exchange probably wanted to keep their matters as private as possible. Grabbing a random drink off the tray, the Zeltron downed the whole thing in one go, placing it back despite it being empty. As expected, it did nothing and she pulled her cloak back up before taking the tray and heading to the side of the crowd.

Quickly so she wasn't swept into the volatile flurry of emotions, she dropped the empty glass, effectively shattering it and causing everyone's attention to be diverted to it. A nearby worker came over with equipment to clean the mess as Faryn continued toward the path to table 17 and the crowd began dispersing, having been settled from the mundane accident that had just occurred. Smiling to herself that her diversion worked and the environment had become less hostile, the woman's walk fell back in step to her usual confident stride.

As she came closer, she noticed a newcomer she hadn't been made aware of earlier. Another Human male. All but the Nautolan were standing.

Shifting the tray to one hand, she took her hood off once more, looking like any other server as she made room for herself into the group. Carefully setting the tray down in the middle of the table, she commented, [b]"Drinks. On me,"[/b] in a friendly tone as she stood back up. Now with free hands, Faryn took off her cloak completely and lightly tousled her hair before draping the article on the seat next to the Nautolan and sitting beside him, giving off the impression that she was making herself at home.

Presenting a genuine smile to the rest of those gathered, she introduced herself.

[b]"Faryn Nonome. Pleased to meet all of you. Take a seat, relax, have a drink. I'm sure we could all use one."[/b]

To prove her statement, she grabbed a glass and took a sip.