This was one part of the job that Liriael hated; collecting from those who didn't want to pay after the fact. Usually all it took was a reminder, but some customers were less than forthcoming. She had not expected Bibble to be one of those, actually. He struck her as the type who would rush through the payment process because he didn't want to get his hands dirty...but Liri couldn't help but recall the last time she had seen him, when he had subtly changed. If she had not needed the credits to finish supplying the Vagabond, she might have considered writing this one off. As it was, she had resolved to be done with bodyguard contracts.
She was distracted as she climbed the steps of the palatial home, and rang the doorbell. Caine had convinced her to reach out to the Jedi, but she could not bring herself to ask about training Force-sensitives. All she had been able to manage was to offer her ship, and so far, it had at least been appreciated a little. Silently thinking on that, she rang the doorbell again. Her hand idly rested on the blaster on her hip; the weapon had been an afterthought, as she didn't think she would need any such thing for Lord Bibble, but Master Jinn's reminder of the First Order and how they could target her made her take the gun along.