Mirta loved days like this. Quiet, generally nothing more than drunk old guys who'd hit on her and say that they could take her to the stars. She liked that one admittidly. Been too long since she'd pulled a ship into hyperspace and seen the stars fade to a blur.
Still here she had Sam. Things could be a lot worse.
Her eyes caught the redhead, sitting and looking not at all happy infront of a laptop. A further glance, It wasn't that Mirta was prying, more that she was...well...okay she was prying a little, that she noticed the site, the citywide message boards on which the Mandolorian had first posted on arriving in LA. And more interestingly the woman was looking around the club.
"Looking for anyone in particular?" she asked, as politely as she could manage, striding toward her.
"Mirta Gev. I do security. Might be able to help you out?"