Bren steps off the shuttle ramp and brings up a free hand to shield his eyes from the afternoon glare of the sun as he looks around. Not being on this rock in some time Bren steps down from the ramp and walks away from it a few feet before stopping to look around and take in his surroundings Twila is milling around, the Twi'lek woman chatting with some of the workers and CorSec people while hanging out on her day off. As she speaks and gestures with her arms, she tugs her robes about her as if not used to them being in the way. ...and the Twi'lek's out for the count.