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It’s a problem. A whole collection of them, really. Food is a necessity, as is fuel for her ship, and both of those things cost credits. As did the fee to have landed her ship. As does the fee to leave, apparently. The last one sounds like a racket, to her, but nobody around here seems to be complaining so pursuing that won’t get her any money.
Which meant that after inquiries made whilst having a drink at the cantina the night before––something on the cheap side because the last few jobs have been for food and lodgings, not credits, and she’s running low––she rises early in the morning, readies for the day, and follows up on her lead, going over to the one place everyone seems certain is hiring.
[ They’re always hiring over there! she had been assured by several of the cantina’s patrons. ]
With the suns just barely over the horizon line, she knows it’s a bit early to approach someone about a job, especially with how the other patrons made it sound like the owner was a bit of a [ party animal ] night owl, but… No harm no foul, right?
She follows the directions given to her the night before, and, laying eyes on the place, she can’t say she’s terribly impressed.
She’s even less so when she can walk right up onto the property and over to where the repair bays are without so much as one person of the few milling about asking who she is or why she’s there.
Making her way over to the bay where she had seen a few of those people talk with someone––presumably for direction and instruction if the body language and expressions of the ones who had been facing her were anything to go by––she stops just at the threshold of the bay door and simply watches for a moment before she speaks.
……… Though, perhaps that wasn’t the most diplomatic opener when seeking employment…
It’s… salvageable… [ She’s fairly certain, at least. ]
“… What I mean… is that it’s a little of a liability, don’t you think, in terms of safety and the bottom line? Unless, of course, my first impression of this place being a den of thieves is wrong. Though, can you blame me with the fees they seem to find reasons to tack on?” she adds with a smile.
See? A joke. She’s joking. That’s all.
