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Gaia and Mando have managed to haul themselves through the remaining trek and toward the Mos Eisley Cantina while looking for work, now entering through its peeling doors. The dimly-lit tavern casts a shadow over Mando whose pace is refined and slow unlike Gaia who storms through, glad to be rid of the glaring sun. It's patent that something is troubling her, and as she's making her way further inside — straight for the bar, Mando hurries to catch up to her.
A small abundance of patrons are scattered about: varying alien species and whatnot sitting around chatting, drinking, squirming.
Gaia is on high alert, although her mind seems a bit awry even as she grips the edge of the bar ring that separates her and the droid scrubbing it. She runs her fingers idly through her tangled, side-swept hair which curls around her digits. Her attention is fixed on nothing in particular and she therefore misses the curt side-look from a Devaronian sitting next to her, even going so far as to mutter something beneath his breath. She just barely catches it, turning to look at him while he takes a casual sip from his drink.
Bantha fodder.
"Excuse me?" Gaia leans against the bar ring, rage prodding at her skin from underneath.
The ebony horns of the Devaronian has a dull sheen to them, his purple eyes fixed on anything but her and lips pulled into a subtle snarl which displays a row of pointy teeth. His expression is somewhat laid-back despite having basically just called her 'worthless'; a person or thing deemed to have no value beyond something for a Bantha to graze on.
It's an insult she immediately takes to heart.
"Just wondering how a Crenata wound up here of all places and why. Hope you're not looking for any of your Stormtrooper pals, though — there are none left on Tatooine."
Mando has arrived by Gaia's side now, just overhearing that last statement from the Devaronian. Confusion surges through him like a wind current and vexation is not far behind. How did they get into this type of conversation in the first place? Did Gaia say something to annoy this patron, or was it the other way around? What's even going on?
Gaia shifts on her feet, hands clenched into fists as she struggles to maintain herself.
After reclaiming her freedom, after mustering enough courage to delve into society after so long, she still wore a shawl for an entire year because she was afraid some Galactic Empire stragglers might find her and that people would harass her if they knew what she were. She had good reason to hide. Even in the remaining absence of the Galactic Empire, three whole years, and long after she had dropped her disguise and eased into more crowded places, some people would always continue to look scornfully at her, call her names or treat her differently. Some still do, but thankfully it's not as often as it used to be.
