RepliCarter wandered into a dusty bar on an even dustier planet (some say it could be considered to be in a galaxy far, far away). She spotted the young idiot right off, and ignored him, her eyes focussing on another occupant of the table.

At the bar, she waited for the right moment.

When he walked past her, she leaned back, brushing against him.

"Uh..."

"Hi."

Brown eyes assessed her, then flicked to his hairy companion. "Chewie, why don't you..."

The tall hirsute alien made a snickering sound, but moved on.

"So... What's a girl like you doin' in an intergalactic gin-joint like this?"

"Waiting for you."

"Hey. Any pursuit that leads to happiness."

She smirked. "Why don't we go for a walk?"