The Berg - Khi-Khi's Cantina
It had taken much longer than Lina had anticipated, setting up the holocomm unit and the rest of her possessions in the anonymous little room that the Order had lined up for her. She needed a drink before a dreaded excursion to the marketplace. A barren rock like this probably meant she'd be surviving on Empire-issue nutriment drinks while her cookware gathered rock dust.
Still, she had a mission, such as it was, and the best place to get the lay of the land anywhere was the local cantina. Stowing her dueling lightsaber in a belt loop, she approached the bar.
"I'll have a Tatooine Sunrise, hard. And... something to eat. Local, preferably."
She considered taking a seat at the bar and checking some small details on her datapad, but decided to take a look around, given that she might be spending the foreseeable future here. A quick look at the dejarik tables almost had her sidetracked - she loved the game, but was awful at it.
Finally, she spotted someone who might be local. Either way, with a weapon like that at his hip, he wasn't some local laborer. A slaver, maybe?
"An interesting choice."
She remained standing, her eyes trailing down to the vibrowhip.
"Lina Andar. Recently arrived. I apologize if you just wanted to watch the music."