It's quitting time, and the daytime hustle and bustle of the Ord Mantell spaceport is only slightly subdued. The sun is beginning to set, and those who are still on the job have paused to sit and eat a bite or two of dinner. Bill, however, is stalking the spaceport. He spots his prey, a young twi'lek woman with long lekku and walks up to her. "Ahoy, me fine beauty," he greets here. "Do ye know anything about a compound outside 'er Dossholl? Real rich folk? Kin ye tell me anything?" The twi'lek pauses for a moment, shakes her head, and keeps walking. "What about a drink? Kin I interest you in a drink? I'll buy!" She keeps walking and Bill mutters under his breath, "Wench."