Arla's head spun about the establishment. It was, it appeared to be, some form of gathering place like a chieftain's largecave. The woman in the armoured shell quickly stalked over to a tall wooden barrier that also served as a table of sorts and asked for a glass of water, looking for all the universe, as if she weren't the object of a manhunt. The others milled about, concerning themselves with how they might ask next. With the pig men behind them Arla considered one of two possibilities. She could easily bound up into the rafters or...

One suggested leaving but going out through the singular doorway would lead them straight into the clutches of the cumbersome Gammoreans. Meanwhile, the other one of the men she'd freed from their cells suggested a bar brawl. Well, if he wanted such a thing she was going to take advantage of her second idea. It would not do to be struck down before their enemies even arrived. She would instead hide in plain sight.

Striding across the room as if she worked there Arla mounted the platform upon which the Twi'lek woman danced to the music of an unseen band. With little more than a nod she began to dance in tandem with the girl, blending into the background. The other dancer adjusted her performance to accommodate and the pair began to move as one, slender limbs and lekku intertwining. One dark eye Arla kept on the doorway as she danced, watching for the Gammoreans sent to recover Teemo's lost property.