As she made her way to an empty spot at the bar, Evaan knew she was being observed. She supposed she should have been used to after spending so much time with someone as well known as Princess Leia Organa, or rather Organa-Solo since Han hadn't been pleased at her suggestion that he take Leia's name and in the end their boy ended up with the Solo name. Of course, she was supposed to be there forgetting them, and without them she assumed she was a great deal less interesting. Perhaps the place was so quiet that visitors were noticed. Perhaps she was a little paranoid now that she'd gotten involved in the little local rebellion, it was so easy to slip back into her war frame of mind. It was hard to tell.
While she waited for the bartender to acknowledge her, she glanced up to count eyes in the mirror. Most looked away rather quickly, save the eyes of the woman three seats from her. In the mirror she raised a single eyebrow at her, trying to gauge her expression. She was a lovely woman, beautiful facial structure and she held herself in a way that suggested she wasn't one to be messed with. Had she been back in her world she might have guessed soldier or mercenary of some description, Evaan might have even tried picking her up after a few drinks if she was game for it, but things were different here. She pulled her eyes from the mirror to look at the woman directly, nodding respectfully to her before giving her attention to the bartender and ordering a neat whiskey.