"Next... We recruit some help, I think."

"I doubt blaster fodder is going to be of any use. Those cannons will disintegrate them."

"Of course dear, but extra bodies open up many possibilities. Be patient."

...Well, she can pretend to be cannon fodder, although she suspects that her targets are less unaware of her than they are pretending, and also that up close, they're more likely to notice the things she doesn't want them to. But she thinks it's worth the risk, thinks they'll likely continue to pretend to be unaware, or think she is potentially more unaware of what she is than she actually is. The last is a hope, but she's willing to take these risks, if it gets her access to whatever is inside that compound.

And where can she find them recruiting?

At a local tapcafe later that evening, the Broonian's Bloat. They have a table towards the back, and seem to be conducting interviews one at a time.

Well, she'll go and speak to the bartender to see if they know how to get an interview - looks like they're offering good money.

She's trailed now, by a beaten up, but well maintained, old-model HK droid.

The bartender, after a quick glance back, sends Ira right over.

The blonde smiles and gestures at the empty chair. "Hello there. Do sit down."

She inclines her head politely. "Thank you," she says, taking the seat. "I'll state the obvious and say I heard you had a job?" There's a fairly obvious request for details in that statement.

(Her droid has settled at her shoulder, blank and impassive.)

"We do! Are you any good in a fight?"

She looks the droid over. Not a model she recognizes. Quite old. Probable combat model. Evidence of enhanced sensor packages, concealed weaponry.

"I've survived on Nar Shaddaa and worse for most of my life." (The numerous scars she bears should indicate at least a little of how much she's survived.) "I can hold my own, with blaster or blade. And I can take a beating and keep my feet." She doesn't sound like she's boasting, her tone is a flat assessment of what she's capable of. She doesn't mention the droid - either because she thinks its presence speaks for itself, or because she doesn't think it's relevant to mention.

"Mhm. And your droid?"

"HK-24, an old model to be sure, but serviceable. Assassin type obviously, more suited to blaster guns, but I've had- it," (there's a barely perceptible pause before that 'it'), "wield blades as well, and it was certainly within acceptable parameters. Makes an excellent...partner shall we say. Hard to find an organic on Nar Shaddaa you can trust not to betray you for a higher paycheck."

She doesn't think it's overstating to point out something that she thinks is simple common sense.

"An HK model? What scrapyard did you dig one of those up in?"

"Someone was still using it, believe it or not, for nothing near its intended purpose. I saw potential they didn't. Got it for a song, fixed the stuff they'd been neglecting, functional HK droid as it was supposed to be."

"You're good with machinery then?"

"Repairing droids and engines, yeah. Seemed a useful skill to pick up." Cool, hard, practicality, nothing to do with interest in how things worked, not at all.

"That sounds very useful. We're going to be attacking an automated facility. I think someone of your talents is just who we're looking for."

She gives a slight smile (her lips don't pull quite right for the expression, and her eyes are still strangely cold, but the impression is certainly there). "Would it be too mercenary to discuss payment?"

"A thousand credits, paid on completion."

She considers this, hums thoughtfully. "Market rate," she observes, watching her potential employer closely, looking for hints that she's willing to negotiate on this.

The same steady smile as always.

"If you had real options, we wouldn't be talking."

"Maybe I'm just bored," she comments, pauses - getting in on this is far more important than the paycheck. "You do raise a point. Ira Keler, at your service apparently."

"Welcome aboard, Ms. Keler." She pushes a datacard across the table. "Meet us at these coordinates at 1000 standard hours tomorrow."