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         She had regained her composure and replied steadily, "Of course." Coffee. The thought had squirmed it's way into her head and she had almost said it aloud, but she knew it wasn't her own. Ilassa looked from the person she was negotiating with to the woman who had been before her. Focusing she blocked out enough of the chatter around her to clearly hear a few thoughts.

Shut up, when you get on the ship, coffee. And anyone getting in my way is getting tazed.

Ilassa frowned turning back to the the other woman she asked, "Can I get someone to help carry my things aboard?" She motioned to her bags she'd just recently purchased. She didn't really need help, she had been psychically moving them behind her up until now, merely laying her hand on it to avoid any suspicion. Well, anymore then she was already getting. She stood out like a flashing light around here. Her luscious green hair, pale skin and vibrant orange eyes was widely different then most people. Even though they were still technically in the core it was strange to see a Psy this far out and definitely strange to see one without Coalition goons nearby.

"It is quite heavy and I am just so tired. We can consider it part of the triple pay?" She grinned trying to appear friendly. She was really hoping that she could get aboard and lock herself in. She wanted to sleep and if she was locked away in a ship with no connection to her, it would be harder for her to be found.