Dalik waits outside the ship, patting fretfully at his pants, wishing he had a Dracon. While he waits, he circles the ship, wincing at any stray sound. In the distance he can hear another ship land, but thankfully it's nowhere near his own.
Cameron's shoulders stiffen further. When Tara steps closer she opens her mouth and makes a sound that is somewhere between a cat-like hiss and growl. Getting her feet up under her, she crouches, face expressionless, eyes watchful. If she had hackles, they would be up.
The door to the bar swings open on squeaky hinges, admitting a young woman. Her blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail, kept out of her face. She is wearing a simple pair of jeans and blue tank top, exposing a burn scar across her right shoulder. At her hips is a twin Dracon holster.
She gives the room a cursory glance, her wary expression shifting to irritation and disdain when she sees the small group consisting of human, Hork-Bajir, and an immediately familiar Andalite. "Wonderful," she mutters under her breath. Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she moves to the bar.
"Dr. Pepper," she orders. Followed by, "Hey, you haven't seen Myitt around, have you?" The bartender, of course, does not answer. He simply moves to fill her order, presenting her with a notepad that she waves away. "Yeah, tab." She turns to glance back at the other patrons. Her eyes linger on the Hork-Bajir, then on Ossanlin, before she sighs heavily.
"Thanks," she mutters to the bartender. Drink in hand, she walks over to the group and plunks the glass down on the table. "Sorry to interrupt," she says unapologetically. Her eyes fix on Ossanlin, not bothering with a hello. "I'm looking for Myitt and Tara. You seen them?" To the unfamiliar Hork-Bajir and human she adds, "Kinda short human with brown, scraggly hair. She usually looks like she's either going to kick the **** out of someone or just finished sucking on a lemon. At least, that's how she looks when Myitt is with her."
