Hannah had come to a dead end, there was nothing for her to do, no jobs for her to complete. Walking into the bar she tried to keep a straight face. She knew this was the place to pick up cheap dates and links to 'organised crime'. Freelancers couldn't be trusted, and she hated that her ship was still using Freelancer identification papers. In all fairness, it is the easiest way to travel without being noticed, and that is what she needs for now - at least until she becomes more accustomed to fighting in a ship.
"I really don't know why I do this to myself sometimes...."
She put on a slight smile and walked up to the bar, ordering an orange juice with lemon-aid. No drinking was one of her rules. Her rules were made to be kept. Alcohol made people do stupid things, made them too trustworthy and trigger happy. Looking around, she took a seat in a darker corner hoping she wasn't noticed by too many people. Sighing, she realised after killing the cop, this would probably be the safest place - short of a freeport - in Sirius.
"I'm sure I've seen him around before."
Hannah watched Bryan and took a sip of her drink.
"Maybe not... I wonder if he will be foolish enough to tell me something...."
She cautiously watched some of the other people in the bar for a bit longer, weighing up her options and eventually deciding to stay put at the corner table.
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