Gorg snapped his attention back to the present but found himself unable to form the words at first. The female before him had beautiful coloring and practically oozed with pheromones. How she had not yet managed to stir up the entire cantina into a mating frenzy was beyond his understanding.
"My father owns this place," she explained, as if reading his thoughts.
"You know your father?"
She shrugged. "My birth mother died protecting her eggs from a predator. Most of them didn't survive the attack. I guess he felt a little protective of me after that."
"My father is a peculiar guy." She inched closer. "Now what can I get you?"
"I..." Gorg hesitated. He was going to have to be very careful about what he said and who he said things to from here on out. "I heard that your... your father was... umm.... peculiar..."
Zelenca were not normally known for having expressive features but right now the young female was giving him a decidedly skeptical look.
This isn't going anywhere.
Mustering up what little was left of his courage Gorg blurted out, "I need to speak to your father."
"He and I... have similar goals for Shawm."
The female's hard stare remained unbroken but Gorg got the feeling that she was now trying to measure him up. "And what goals would those be?"
"I... I believe that he and I... would like to see Shawm continue as an independent planet."
"You're clearly not from the deep waters. Why should we trust you?"
"Because I have everything to lose by being here. If they find out..."
The stare continued but the female relaxed ever so slightly. "Very well. We shall hear what you have to say. But be warned: I'm not just a pretty face that serves refreshments."
I have no doubt about that.