The conversation by the bar was either going very well or going terribly depending on ones point of view Jocasta thought as she twirled once more around the pole. She lifted a leg high, placing her ankle by her ear as she pirouetted in an impressive display of flexibility. The feat was greeted with a clatter of credit chips and wolf whistles from the denizens of the bar. It looked as though the mercenary, whoever he was, had the bartender really sweating, the nervous twitching of the lower two sets of arms a dead give away among Bargonians. The song was beginning to wind down now and her set was ending, which was a shame because it would cost her the vantage point of the stage. An icon blinked in the bottom corner of her optical enhancement, a red urgent alert from one of the optical bugs she had placed during her three days of employment as 'Sarisa' the dancing girl. A subconscious twitch enlarged the image to take up a quarter of her view. A large feroucious looking man in body armor was shoving his way out of the VIP section. His body was covered in armor but his scarred head was bare. A nasty looking shot gun was slung from his armor and a knife that would count as a sword by any reasonable definition hung from his belt. The AI projected a 92 percent match for Chalnarc based on previous images it had seen.

The set ended and Jocasta sashayed of stage as quickly as she could, this might be her one chance to get a shot at Chalnarc away from his gang of bully boys. Hastily she exited to the dressing room and threw on a coat over what little she was wearing. She touched her pocket to make sure her equipment was still in place and then slipped out into the bar itself. Chalnarc was stalking towards the stranger now, his face set in a scowl and his spurs clinking on the plastcrete floor.