"What do you have?"

"Anyt'ing you wan'. Ebla, spicebrew, Rhuvian fizz, juri juice, algarine, quanya-"

"I have no idea what these things are," she admits. "What would you suggest?"

"Start with the juri juice," advises Andronikos.

"I'll have one of those, then."

The bartender pours a dark red liquid into a tall glass, and slides it down the counter to her. Andronikos sets down a few coins, and moves to a table towards the back.

She follows him.

"The first step is always to get a drink. Shows you're relaxed, you can afford to take your time. Second, case the room. Assess the options, see if you know anyone for good reasons or bad."

"I don't know anyone for any reasons," she points out.

"Yeah, but I do. No one who wants me dead here, so that's good. But no one I immediately recognize as being useful for this sort of job, either. Step three, whether you find anyone or not, is wait to see if anyone has business with you."

So she waits.

A large, fleshy alien ambles over to their table. He looks sort of like a Hutt with legs.

"Well, well," he rumbles in a deep voice, "if it isn't Andronikos Revel. Ain't seen you around in some time."

"Yeah, huh. Been busy, Drix."

"Hoo! Busy, he says. Word is you went and got yourself mutinied on, boy." The Houk's gaze falls on Rafa. "What's this? A shiny toy to dull the pain?"

She flashes the alien a smile but elects not to speak.

"Just helping her on her way, Drix."

"Oh? Way to where, little pirate?"

"Heard of a planet called Voss, over in the Mid Rim?"

"Voss, mmm. Heard the Exchange staked a claim there." He grins evilly. "You'll not be finding a ride out that way, not a happy one."

"And an unhappy one?"

"Tch. We'll deal. Nice seeing you, huh."

"You too, Revel." He wanders off again. Andronikos takes a sip of his drink.

"What'd he mean?"

"The Exchange are nasty. Black Sun's got their own weird honor thing, and the Hutts you can at least trust to follow the money, but the Exchange are unpredictable. No telling when they'll decide to stab you in the back, just for the fun of watching you bleed out."

"Aaaand I don't actually have any money. What's Black Sun's weird honor thing?"

He waves a hand vaguely. "They don't really do backstabs, and they always follow through on whatever they promise. Not just that, though. It's weird."

"Hmm?"

"I'm not too great at explaining this stuff, huh. Just- of all the gangs that you could have to deal with for smuggling stuff on and off a planet, the Exchange is the worst option."

"Okay. So Black Sun's the best one?"

"'Best' would be if we didn't have to go through an organization, but yeah."

"Mmhm. And how do I find someone from there?"