"Well that was rude," Selene commented to herself as the angry creature stalked away.
With a sigh, she waved off the agitated server, stood, and walked around her table to right the abused chair, careful to use a palmed DNA swab where she'd seen the thing place it's hands. Her nose might be identification enough for her, but the courts would want more if it came to that.
As she sat back in her own chair, Selene reached into her front jacket pocket and pulled her sunglasses out, at the same time surreptitiously turning off the small holorecorder she'd triggered as the creature sat down. It wouldn't have been the first time some overzealous lawdog had tried to get her to accept some illegal mission, which might be entrapment, but could still cost her her ship. Just because you were paranoid didn't mean there really weren't people out to get you. Funny how that worked.
At least the thing, whatever it was given an extremely odd scent, had paid for another bottle before storming off. Even if nobody approached her with legitimate work or looking for a job the afternoon wasn't a total loss. And the threat? Well, people and monsters had been trying to kill her for over six centuries. They were all dead now. She wasn't.