"Prob' not," Kotru agreed, folding his arms as a layer of silence settled between the pair. The Iridonian went back to people watching for a time, one particular individual laying out at least a small armoury onto the table for transport. When they went through the detector again, that sharp chime rang out and with a disgrunted and distant sigh, the Quarian plucked off a (surprisingly realistic looking) tendril and set the concealed knife onto the counter as well.
A single chortle escaped the Zabrak at the display, brought back into the conversation as Ninma finally spoke up. He turned his gaze back to them, nodding his head. "Figures. 'least you won't be busy or short for chits once ya' set up shop there," Kotru encouraged.
There is another short pause, before Kotru spoke up again with some advice this time around. "If y'need any mech' work done once you're planetside, there is this lil' shop in the Aerospace district. Third hangar on the main street out of Grakkus' Cut starport. Good service, chick named Sleek runs the place. Only place I'd go to if y'don't want t'be chipped or scammed."
@Alleria