"That would explain why it stinks worse out here than usual," Atton said. "Must have some dealings with the local gangs squeezing the refu-- hey!"

The redhead with the green shirt and the leather jacket shot him a foul look. "Hey, you want to watch where you're going?" she snapped. "Space, Nar Shaddaa these days--"

"You're the one who bumped into me!" Atton hollered after her, but she was already moving away.