A pause with a long blink at the stranger. Who is this maniac? Should I recognize him? Those troopers better not be for him. If they find him, it isn't her problem anyway.

Kaylia leans in close to him so she can whisper in his ear, moving herself to be in front of him in line. "Behind us in line. I'm not losing my karkin spot for this." Being short and blunt with him, and waving Merskiv to follow her in the position-changing dance she forced him into.

Kaylia begins talking somewhat meaningless towards him assuming he plays along, local news, shipping rates, weather complaints, simple, meaningless conversation, while faking a smile at him occasionally at the lighter parts of the conversation. Keeping her volume below that of the loud reptile in front of her so as not to draw attention. She'll gently nudge, then a bit less gently if she continues not to cooperate, Merskiv in the ribs, urging her to follow along. [i]I should have left her back at the ship today, to many annoying days in a row for her impatient ass.[/i] Kaylia thinks to herself. Money was money, who knows, maybe we'd get lucky and he'll help us in the future.. somehow. Or at least we can get more from him in the near future.