Myitt watches Yarin step out. "How about 'Another One Bites the Dust?'" she asks dryly. She waves at the bartender. "Water, please."
The bartender steps over with a pitcher of water and a tray of glasses. Myitt pours a cup and drinks it gratefully. "Thanks, my good sir. I can't tell you how dehydrated half a bottle of redin and a pot of coffee can make you."
The BT says nothing and walks off, draping a small towel over his arm.
<Yeah, next stop, the lav. Seriously. I can't take this.>
Myitt sighs and climbs out of the chair. "Yeah, I gotta see a man about an Antarean Bogg, I'll be back." Not entirely trusting the Space Bar bathrooms, she walks outside into the warm breezy evening and to her cloaked Bug fighter.