[center][h3][b][color=fff200]Clio[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RF0qKF2G/Clio-Lightsaber.png[/img][/center]
	Clio nodded, in total agreement with her sister. If a gungan was out in this sort of cantina in Tatooine, they were up to [i]nothing[/i] good at all. They were likely the scum of the galaxy and that was exactly the sort of person they were here to seek out. Picking up her drink, she took another swig, barely able to keep herself from coughing this time. She wouldn't be able to inspire fear in the gungan based on her alcohol tolerance. Of course, talking with people and negotiating tended to be her sister's thing. Clio was more likely to threaten them, try a Jedi Mind Trick, or simply point a weapon at them. Maybe even offer to help them steal something in order to get the information they needed. There was more than one way to pick a lock, so to speak. 

	She walked forward and took a seat at the gungan's table, forcing a smile. [color=fff200]"I'm Clio, this is Bellona. Mind if we chat?"[/color] she set her drink down, already settled in. Her body language was clear. They were going to chat whether he agreed to it or not.

	The gungan narrowed his eyes. "Looky, yous goen find una empty table, Jedi."

	Clio had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She wasn't intimidated by this dude at all. Sure, he was covered in scars and logically, she knew he was a threat but... She just couldn't take Gungan Basic seriously. [color=fff200]"Nah, I think wesa like this table,"[/color] she replied, mocking him just a little bit.