Finishing Up With: Aryn Teth and Dewbacca
Now Interacting With: Kip Ridel
Next Up: Maur
Currently On-Board: Tin'tinag, Saoirse Flynn, Zef Jalba (all hiding, gawd damn, so many stowaways)
Take-Off In: 3 posts
"Say no more, sir," she said reassuringly. The smuggler gave him (Aryn Teth) a knowing smile in return, although she hadn't the faintest clue who the distinguished looking gentleman and his Wookie friend really were. But no need to let them in on her ignorance, right? Her time with the Confederacy of Independent Systems HAD allowed her some opportunity to brush elbows with high ranking members of other factions, and she had a feeling she'd be running into more of them once her position as Viceroy of Ryloth became official. The way 'Mr. Teren Shosha' (as she was currently entering into his crafted profile on her datapad) had mentioned the 'Alliance' had Quinn extra curious, but she capped it before it bubbled over.
Plenty of time to secretly stalk everyone on the holonet later.
Her program had a rough time trying to come up with a Wookie name that was semi pronounceable, so the Twi'lek entered the first thing that came to mind and saved everything in her files. "I'm sure we have room for Teren Shosha, architect and arts appreciator from Silven Industries, traveling to Eriadu on business with his..secretary… Spot." She narrowed her eyes at the screen, frowning with pursed lips. A quick flick up of her bright blue eyes at the Wookie's face had her scrambling mentally. "...We can fix it later, no worries, or you can use whatever name you want, I mean no one ever reads my records anyway." She flipped the datapad around and offered it for 'Teren's' approval followed by a smile. "I'll get you to Eriadu, if you don't mind a bit of a short wait. Got some cargo to off-load, but considering how quickly my crew brought it aboard, towing it off shouldn't take more than an hour. I put you both in Cabin E5, it's our biggest, plenty of space for you to stretch out and relax." The march of police droids caught her eye momentarily, the clear, insistent voice of Fidelis clearing them for takeoff following closely after them.
Maybe it was time to go.
Quinn swept her hand invitingly at the lowered ramp, noting the towering Togorian waiting cross-armed by the front. Man, this was turning out to be a busier pick-up than she'd expected. Guess people had places to go today. Not that she was complaining. Credits in her pocket were a nice feel. She gestured to 'Teren Shosha' and 'Spot', two 'no trouble for the Alliance' travelers just looking for passage. Home, maybe? Who knew. Certainly not she. "Welcome aboard! Looks like we're wheels up soon so hop on in. Plenty of chairs in the galley, buckle up during take-off and then you're free to roam anywhere except cargo and my cabin. I'll see you on-board! Looks like we've got one or two more to straighten out before we're outta here."
She'd been about to address the Togorian but noticed a man approaching ahead (Kip Ridel), and she'd caught his eye before she'd finished turning around. So the Twi'lek beamed at him, looking very available as she gave him a small wave. "Can I help you? Name your destination! I bet I can get you there twice as fast than the rest of these tubs of metal."