It had been far too long since Marion herself was sent out on a transporter to complete an order, but the regular guy that did it was under the weather on that specific day. Clucking her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as she exited the transporter, clip hologram clenched in her hand. A slight sigh, it wasn’t every day she left the planet, but when she did it was always so exhausting. Space Travel really wasn’t her thing, she enjoyed staying grounded most of the time.
None of this matter as she approached the warehouse that held the alcohol that supplied the bar, though before she stepped that direction a familiar noise was heard as her ears perked up. Attention diverted towards what appeared to be a local watering hole, a smirk on her features as she stopped and pondered for a moment how many deposits she could collect from this establishment. Always one for challenging the local population of any place that served the devil’s water.
Walking back over towards the transport before setting the hologram inside and then taking out her black coat and putting it on. Taking her dactyl before moving it through her dark curls, and flipping it up and out of the hood. After a moment of walking she entered into the place and got some side glances, spotting an empty seat before taking it. The eclectic atmosphere was something to see, furrowing her brows over at an individual that seemed to be gazing at her.
❝You know if you want you can take a picture.❞