Hannlya, 756a62 -- in anthro (Cathar) form.
Hannlya had almost forgotten the smell of a spaceport. Depending on the planet, there were certain delicacies that could be smelled in the air, along with grime, dirt, scum, and many other less-than-savory things. This spaceport was already reminding her of other places she'd been to--the underbelly of Coruscant, one of the more seedy ports on Tattooine, the entirety of Nar Shadaa--but she was a far cry from any of those places.
"Here's hoping that this visit will be a quick one," Hannlya remarked, tilting her hat downwards as she spoke to seemingly no one in particular. "I'll signal you once I'm ready to leave."
"Reading you loud and clear," a voice replied on her headset. "Watch yourself all the same. We still don't know much about this place; what sort of bounty hunters and other unsavory scum might be crawling around here."