When it came to being on the down-low, Indyana thought she did a pretty good job.
Her synthleather jacket paired nicely with worn work pants, a light white synthweave shirt and her usual boots. A familiar hat was perched over violet hair, and gold eyes peeked from under the brim. She was clearly packing heat on her hip, with a vibroknife stashed away. Her lightsaber, as always, was tucked in a hidden holster at the base of her spine. This was a temporary spot to patch up the ship, catch a meal and grab some supplies; however, credits were running a little lower than she would have liked, it would be tight.
In a dirty little side-view like Hollastin, she wasn't happy to be in Hutt space, but an artifact hunt was an artifact hunt, and she wasn't picky about where she would lay her head until she would find something else worth publishing about.
But meantime, that wasn't going to put food in her belly. And perhaps...
Though there was a feeling, buzzing in the back of her mind. Another sense of hers, almost a premonition. Once again, her life was gonna take a drastic turn... and she wasn't certain she was gonna like it or not. She began pacing from her ship, locking it with an absent hum. Whatever it was, it hopefully waited until after she got some food in her...
But by the Force, what could one eat in such a miserable little backend of the galaxy? And besides, she knew eventually she would have to make it back to Ajan Kloss, and take on some more responsibilities... but right now she really dreaded that prospect.
@Darasuum