"-just outside, miss," Ramana gestures towards it, "The door at the end of the hall."

She smiles at her, appreciative. "Thank you. I'm Sharra, this is Ren," she says, making up a new name on the spot. His reaction to the last name noted. "How long have you been dancing? You're really good. Like. Really good. I've known people thrice your age that don't have your talent."

A darker gold tint colours the skin of her cheeks, "My mother and aunts taught me dancing when I was young. I have danced all my life." 

"It shows," Atton comments from behind a curtain.

Sharra nods! And sits down next to her, leaving some room between them.

"I used to dance too. It's all I ever wanted to do when I was a girl. I'd wake up before the dawn to twirl and jump and run along the beach, listening to the music in my head that I thought only I could hear."

She smiles, "You move with grace," she notes, "Did you achieve your dream?" 

She weighs her head side to side. "In a way. It turned into something else. When I left my home for the academy, my teachers encouraged me to channel it into my training instead. I could still hear the music, but now I was dancing for a purpose. It wasn't quite the same, you know?"

She nods, "I know. It was not quite the same story, for me, but..." 

She looks away, watching Atton do another circle around the room, and then come to stand beside Sharra, setting the core of his fruit on a tray provided. 

"But," she shakes herself, one lekku curling around her neck to rest on the opposite shoulder, "I am here to show you my dance," she says, putting on a less sad face, "Would you like me to begin?" 

"We'd love to, but we're actually here to ask you a favour. For one in return, obviously." She reaches up to take Atton's hand - which is a little sticky - and doesn't leave her hanging. "We have somewhere to be soon. It would be really helpful to us if we could sneak out from here and then come back after we're done. In return we're confident that Ren can win your freedom, if that's what you want. No strings attached."

She covers her mouth!

"...you would- really? You would do this for me? I- yes, of course, none will know you have left!"

"Won't be any trouble, really," 'Ren' shrugs. 

"Thank you! Ren is the best pazaak player I know, though we do have some credits that we can use as a back up. We won't need it, but I know I would feel nervous about putting my freedom in the hands of a gambler without some reassurances."

Well, not her gambler, but the point still stands.

She nods! 

"Any hope is better than..." She looks toward the taproom, "Doton Het is not as kind as my... as Harra is, a silly man though he might be..."

"He is the reason we're here. Or the reason we know about your situation. He asked us to help. I sent him packing, just to be clear, and we're not doing this for him. You deserve to be free, just like everyone else. If I could just pay off your debt, I would, but we don't really have that sort of money. Only as a last resort. This is the best we can do."

"Harra...?"

She nods, "Of course, I wouldn't ask that of anyone. He would demand many credits for me. He... Likes my dancing." 

"Right. He likes pazaak more, though." 

"I guess he must... His line of work involves much risk, I think. He must enjoy it." 

"I know the type," she says. She stands then and takes firmer hold of his hand. "We should be back before our time runs out. Maybe order some drinks and extras? Make it seem like we're busy enjoying ourselves. Indulge yourself, it's your last day here, might as well make the most of it."

She nods, clasping her hands in her lap, "I will," she agrees, "And I will wait for your return! Don't worry if you're later than expected; it's not uncommon for patrons to extend their time in the backrooms once they're here."

Atton grabs another shuura before he's out of range of the fruit! 

"Maybe you and Sharra could do some dancing together after I beat Het; enjoy the room a little longer."

She covers her smile with a hand, "Maybe," she agrees.

She squeezes his side. "Completely altruistic suggestion, I'm sure." She rolls her eyes. "Come on, we don't want to be late."

"Right, right," and he follows her out of the room.

The door at the end of the hall leads out into a narrow hall off the main corridor of the module. From there it's not hard to find a transport console and call a car to take them to the docks. 

Sharra steals a few bites of the juicy fruit on their way and also pulls out her new blaster so he can remind her of its different functions.

He walks her through them again, checks that she's holding it correctly, and then kisses her and declares her good enough to shoot some Czerka idiots, assuming they run into any of them.