He could feel the eyes on him when Michael entered the bar. After awhile you developed a sort of instinct for this kind of thing. Granted on Taris most people felt like that regularly, as they should. It was still an important enough place that plenty of people were interested in various comings and goings. Brokering in information wasn't his idea of a good time. Far too much time and not enough action for his liking, but he recognized the value in it.
"That'd be me, grab a seat." he replied leaning back a bit as he did so. Getting to business quickly was always preferred. People who beat around the bush too much tended to annoy him. His time was valuable, and there were always things one could be doing.