Selene had been making the rounds of the various bars and cantinas near the spaceports eavesdropping on different conversations, looking for useful information mixed in with the usual wild rumors and tall tales. And hoping, maybe, to stumble across something resembling another pilot or a gunner or two. Qualified flight engineers, she had found, were rarer even than those other two elusive qualifications, and she'd about given up on that part of her searc , and decided she would just have to study up on starfighter systems like she had those of the Banshee. At least Incom had always been fairly good about systems consistency from model to model, so it shouldn't be that difficult a job.
She finally ended up at a place she had come to prefer because of its proximity to her usual gate to the starport. The bartender recognized her as she came in and had a bottle of her usual up on the bar by the time she had crossed the short distance from the door.
Catching the human male's request as she sat down at the bar, she nodded slightly as she poured herself a tall glass. "If you have the head for strong drink, try a shot of this Wookie brandy. It isn't whiskey, but it won't poison you, and is as good a substitute as you're likely to find this side of Terminus or Coruscant."