A drunk Rodian lay slumped against a wall opposite Brug's establishment, his eyes open but mostly unseeing, another down-and-out who had lost everything and consoled himself with drink. Or so passers-by were meant to think. The appearance of compound eyes was so useful when watching for someone as it allowed her to watch without being seen to watch in return. Now that Gemini was sure her contact was here, and did not have any surprises planned she was ready to introduce her or rather himself.
The Rodian got up slowly, tottering drunkenly and made his way into a nearby alley, from which someone entirely different emerged. Tapping the blaster at his hip thoughtfully, Michael strode towards the bar's entrance confidently, giving the password and being admitted a moment later.
Inside, the bar was bustling, full of different aliens talking business or relaxing after a hard journey through space. Michael moved to one side, discreetly sweeping his gaze across the bar to look for his contact, his eyes lingering only for a moment on the armoured individual sitting in a booth.
Moving casually, he meandered across the bar, not making directly for the booth but aiming to pass close by, a quiet "Koth?" murmured to the occupant.