"The only thing you need to worry about escorting , is your own scaly ***. To a bacta tank." A still exhausted Hetaera flicks her tongue out at Usshkr. "I let you have your rest, now let me have mine!"
Seeing the concern in her guardian's expression, the Twi-lek relents. "I'm sorry. I went to a club. Made contact with the Duros there. Might be able to locate the chemist through him."