"It has to be a known fact of the galaxy," came an unfamiliar voice, full of dry amusement, "that if humans gather in one spot, a bar springs to life." Siri had walked the whole known area at this point, cataloging everything in the small town, this Starklandia, and found herself back at Pancho's. She may not have recognized the fashions or the foods offered in the region, but alcohol rarely changed.
Her smile to Kate was fleeting but genuine, the typical passerby greeting as she reached the door, but she hesitated before going in. Something in the Force twinged at her. Instead of acknowledging it outright, she flicked her eyes at the red cans. "Ondaren willek juice?" she asked, before she added, humored, "I joke, they wouldn't serve that anywhere if the owner could help it."