Taking an opportunity to catch her breath, she caught the smell that was familiar in most cantinas and bars on this level, the scent of deathsticks and rusting durasteel. The exhausted human took a moment to look around, and immediately recogned the bar structure in the center of the establishment and made her way over to it. Nestling herself between two seated strangers, she rested her hands on the counter and nodded to the bartender. "Uh," she discretely gasped to catch her breath before speaking again, "What is that up there?" Vara pointed towards the taps, Before giving the bartender a chance to respond, she answers for herself, "Trandoshan Ale. Yeah let's do that."
With the worker's back turned, she looked down at her hand, noticing her white knuckles still clasping onto the trinkets that resulted in her refuge in this cantina. Without giving it much thought as to who was onlooking, she opened her hand to reveal the three rings she had stolen from the pawn shop a few blocks over. She scoffs upon further investigation. Two of the items were painted costume jewelry, practically worthless, but the third ring appeared to be made of a more solid, and valuable metal.
With her gaze upon this ring, she was startled of the glass clinking on the counter in front of her. Vara pockets the three rings and nods to the Twi'lek worker, "Let's start a tab, yeah? Maybe tonight'll be fun." Vara took a sip of her ale as she looked around the room, checking to see if anyone was keeping an eye on her. She set her drink down, deciding that it's best to hide from the heat before trying to find a fence for these stolen goods.