Leaning against a wall in the trading square, the Corellian keeps his eyes open, if hidden from the view of most. Not quite the shabby smelly creature that he was, a few souls actually toss coins and credits at him. He had heard that she was back in town ... in fact that she had arrived only last night. _Impecable timing_ he mused to himself, sipping a steaming cup of kallah. 'Course she always did. With everything. Sooner or later she was bound to pass him. This was her territory, and she liked to leave it well marked.