"New to the planet. New to Preya. Not new to this kind of bar though, or to testosterone festivals, both of which seem like universal constants. There's an academic paper there for some sociologist, or maybe some quantum whatever-ist, I'll settle for people always just being people even when some of those people aren't human." She grinned before taking another drink. It didn't quite taste like licking a hyperdrive the way Corellian whiskey always did but it was nice, it had a good burn to it which, for the moment, felt like exactly what she needed.
"So, Selene," she said as she put her glass down on the bar, "Is it rude to ask what a person does for a living here? Or should I ask something like 'what fills your hours' or 'what do you enjoy'? I know some cultures stress privacy, especially in bars."