Jennifer Warden, Thrawn B7
Oh, alright. Seems to be another normal job. Protecting precious cargo, not an easy job but hardly the hardest ones. The man who gave them job seems to be from some sort of nobility background as his implied-aura gave such opinions to her. And to her surrounding comrades, will-be-comrades, soon-to-be comrades. He is the Ser Josef and the commanding officer for this particular job. Great. A noble leading the ship can't be wrong at all. Nope. Her experiences with noble officers usually led to either incompetence or competence, but she encountered the former more than the latter.
"Gotta go for awhile, need all of my things," as she went out from the bar, to the motel, took her belongings, and returned to the bar. Those minutes before ship got off was precious and she didn't waste any minutes for minor things. "Alright, I'm here, can we just please get off this planet now?" she insisted, though she didn't addressed it to anyone but herself. And maybe to those who heard her.