The Bith returns with a short, round glass, ice floating in a drink so deep red it's nearly black. There's a garnish shaped like a bone set along the rim of the glass, and Hera uses it to stir the drink a few times, before setting it aside on a napkin.

She lifts the glass, and as she does, takes the moment to glance around the cantina.



Hera doesn't yell.

At least, not out loud.