Denise was in a bar on her homeworld, trying to decide what she should do next. She just got a ship recently and a crew, well a group friends. She needs to earn a living, so she keeps her crew together. They were not in the bar, as the two gunners, were busking and the Wookiee was getting himself groomed. She almost joined him, but she did not want to see how much fur came of him. She was sat in the corner, drinking a beer. She hoped to make some contacts here, someone who needed freight hauling, or a data terminal slicing into, or even a smuggling run. She was not too fussed what, as long she did not have to kill or sleep with anyone. She was keeping an eye on the bar, to see if any notable people came in, as she sipped her nice refreshing beer. The background she could hear, hustle of bustle of her home world. She knew this place was not the best place in the galaxy, but it was home. She was hoping they might have a buskers ball on later, so she could have a go with her flute, and see if the locals liked it. As she waited for someone of note to come in, she made a little bird out the paper napkin.