Nima sat in the cantina, listening to the band as she drank, ignoring the men who approached her.
"That ring don't mean nothin, you know. You can have friends." Grinned a human, maybe no older than nineteen. Nima didn't look at him, even as she flicked the safety off her pistol.
"Keep bothering me and you'll see exactly what I think about having friends like you, kid." She told him. He swallowed roughly and walked away, Nima flicking back on the safety as she sipped her drink.