Adiara slumped back into his seat upon returning to the table, eyes staring at the strange woman he'd passed along the way. Let her have her secrets, he didn't mind, everyone was on Nar Shaddaa for a reason even if they didn't know it yet. No one came by choice. He had sat in time to hear the Mandalorian's name revealed, and smiled some to the mention of his heritage. He also gave Aerin a knowing look concerning the map, he might actually have to find her a holo-projector loaded with a star map, it would be amusing to see her eyes light up in wonder.
From the corner of his eye, Adi could see the drinking match begin, as well as the strange woman finally lose the hood and begin talking to a fellow patron. Curious. She was very ordinary looking, so why the kriff was she going to prolonged lengths to hide her identity? It seemed silly, and counter productive. Ah well.
Leaning back, Adiara continued to sip his caf. After a few moments he pulled out another gabaki stick and peered around the table... He'd have to make sure they didn't mind before he started smoking again, that was always the downside to company. "Anyone mind?" he asked, tapping the cigarette slightly to emphasise what he meant. The room was getting stuffy again, the jukebox had been turned down so that the sound of tortured animals mimicking Ziggy Stardust's classics could once again be heard; he needed his calming release.
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