She needed to get away for a night. Let her hair down and make a short return to her old days. Those were when she was free to wander around and hang out with rather unsavoury people. Pirates and worse. So that is what Zesiro did.
Donning a black top and pants, they were not as revealing as they would have been in the past, but they left very little to the imagination. That is how tight they were.
Walking to a corner, she stopped and looked around. In the sky, it was cloudy and the air smelled heavy of an incoming storm. Shaking her head, she struck off in the direction of the nearest cantina. Knowing her luck it would be filled with Jedi or some such other light-sided group and they would sense her Force ability.
Just as she stepped inside, the clouds broke and rain started coming down. Shutting the door behind her, Zesiro turned around and ran right into the back of the person in front of her. A woman a few inches shorter than her, but one who did not appear to be one to mess with.