Dimples were an imperfection. Boba's Dumplings on 34th street? Utter perfection. That diner droid could kickstart the tastebuds of AMS victims and give a droid its sentience. Nothing could really match up in the Byblos dumpling scene and it wasn't even expensive. Benefits of good programming, no human employees and a shitty area. But even though the food was 'to die for', Kara's stomach still twisted and as she burped she was reminded of just how bad she felt that morning. Dumplings were not the best hangover foodstuff and she was of half a mind to just go home to her messy apartment and fall down on the sheets she hadn't washed in a fortnight. The credits from this job could get her off the planet, though, so that was pretty swell and worth it trying to battle through the headaches and nausea.
Just waiting now for her partner-in-crime, hoping they had a better night than hers. The job seemed pretty crystal. Private bounty, considerable risk but great reward. It was right up their alley. She pulled the Personav from her pocket and toyed around with the ranges to see how many streets she could map. Not that she needed it for Byblos was her homeplanet and she'd been a hunter and fixer here for roughly four years. An eternity.. at least to young and rebellious Byblos-natives.
Still, ever since that failed invasion the security forces had been either on edge or so relieved they became surprisingly lax to a criminal with a pretty face. Made them think of the bolts they dodged and lives and liberties they could now still afford. Everyone reacted differently to escaping certain death and Kara's version was... unsatisfactory, so far. Except for Boba's Dumplings, ofcourse.. that droid can cook.
@Arclight