Lilith, The Rain, Alais, whatever anyone wanted to call her needed a drink. Drinking before taking on the very precarious task of putting together a bomb was probably not the most ideal thing to do, but she had never done anything in an ideal way outside of slicing. Slicing was the one and only things she felt completely comfortable doing, and she'd gotten a lot of experience these past years.
She'd choose to wear a more scoundrel-like outfit for this particular trip to Nar Shaddaa. Obviously, it wasn't the safest to wear her Rain outfit, since she was still wanted by the Hutts. Most of her outfit was gray, white and brown. Her belt was well hidden, thus her lightsaber hilts were as well. One was black with etched in ancient Sith in red lettering. It wasn't exactly subtle, but at least she was trying to be. She'd smothered her signature too.
When she entered the cantina, she was relatively wet from the rain and trailed some of it to a bar stool. A little grunt escaped her as she sat down, and then she promptly waved down one of bartenders, requesting something as hard hitting as possible.