Mirta knew it was bad. Her shift didn't start for an hour and here she was at the bar. Sure she was sipping a soda but it proved to the Mandolorian just how empty her life here was.
Sure there was Sam, he was a good guy but he'd been distracted lately with some friends of his. And there was Jaina but...Mirta hadn't heard from her in a while, she supposed, I'm going to kill your brother was pretty much a conversation ender.
Though Jaina had always understood Mirta's need for vengeance.
The guy that had just sat down looked as happy as she felt.