The thought of going to a noodle house was as enticing as a steak and Supernova Onion, and Tamera reached out, hand grabbing her luggage to pull it free. With a mighty heave she stepped back, her prize in tow, and letting it fall tot he tiled floor with a thud, her thumb pushed in the handle latch-release so that the telescoping pull bar slid up.

"Back on Nar Shadaa, I used to go to a Rodian noodle joint, had the best Dho ever."

She could already see the steaming bowl of noodles being set in front of her, and an empty jhegwood steamer plate that had once held a family-sized portion of pan-stickers being cleared away.

"A big bowl of noodles sounds great," her carry-on was hitched higher onto her shoulder as she bumped her way past Abaddon and his bag that she bet could be used to squash an unsuspecting Squib. Or a Chadra-Fan. Or a child. Anything small, really.

"Lead that way!"