Cassie kept herself to the side of the group, but she still had a clear view of the proceedings. The Cerean nodded, and signaled to the two Quarrens to bring the crates up and over to the arriving group. It looked like her curiosity about what exactly was in the crates was about to be answered. The two squid-like beings shuffled forward with their loads, their facial tentacles squirming as the varied lights of Coruscant played across their black eyes.
Still, she couldn't shake a hairy feeling. Everything was going smoothly; there was honestly nothing to worry about. The pick up was here, the exchange was happening. They hadn't run into anyone or anything (yet, a small voice needled in her mind), so she should have felt calm. Cassie glanced back into the alley, both in front and behind them; no one, nothing, not even a mouse. If Coruscant had mice. They probably had some crazy, flying, weird mice that were closer to mosquitos than actual mice. Why was she thinking about these things like this? Her mind was just making it worse.
Slowly she let her hand drift away from her blaster, like most of the other members of her group, save the Aquala, who was starting to look like the blaster was a natural part of his arm. She didn't know any of them well enough to know whether or not to trust them, but they were all on the same payroll, as far as she knew. It didn't seem like anyone was going to toss this in favor of killing the new arrivals, but Cassie had long learned to expect just about anything.