[color=fff79a][b]Surta Matahari Huchson[/b][/color]

Having taken up on Lahana's offer, Surta had taken up space on her bunk bed, with her laying upon the top bunk. She had taken to putting a small medical patch underneath her eye, covering the three small triangles she has under it. Sleeping with the mask on would evoke far more suspicion than a small patch under her eye after all. 

Seeing Anari enter the room, it wasn't hard to see that she needed to talk to Lahana. Perhaps on any other time, Surta would have stayed unless explicitly told to go, but for now, it just reminded Surta that she needed to find one of the local cantinas, one that doesn't have the Republic crawling all over it. Nodding at Anari, Surta donned her mask and the black cape over her usual dark outfit, before leaving.

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A cantina, lacking the more respectable air of the others with a more brutish atmosphere. Truly a hive of scum and villainy.

It took quite a bit of a walk before she was able to find one here. Already she felt right at home, even if a few was staring at her and her apparent height.  There were some short races, but her being so obviously human, it wasn't that much of a leap to think someone like her was too young for a cantina like this. Ignoring the stares of some of the patrons, she hopped onto a chair, and asked for a stiff drink, listening while the bartender poured her a drink, blatantly ignoring her appearance as long as she paid.