A few minutes later a togruta in a stained engineer's jumpsuit ambles in looking dissatisfied with the number of credits in her palm. Stingy crews are the worst. She adjusts the bag on her shoulder as she looks around, eyes drifting over Cassain with a quick dart back and forth (to see if it's clear for her to join him), seemingly looking for a free seat in the crowded cantina.

She's also taking note of any uniforms and the like. She trusts Cassian's skills, but it always helps to have two sets of eyes.