Omg, you're alive! I was starting to worry.
And those shifts sound brutal. 
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Shab watches as both men leave, via very different methods, before heading back to the cantina to have a word or three with Xam.
Xam: You didn't pay me for the last information.
Shab: You didn't give me any information, we were interrupted, remember?
Xam: You still want to know about the jobs?
Shab: Not quite, I want you to track down their sponsors. *tosses the datapad she offered before back onto the bar* Please. *turns to leave*
Xam: *takes the datapad and stares at it for a moment* I'd stay away from the docks for a while.
Shab stops turning and looks at the falleen, even with her face obscured by the envirosuit it's clear she's expecting Xam to follow up on that. Xam sighs as she puts the datapad away and pours them both a drink.
Xam: Those two kids who decided to argue with a Force-sensitive, I sent them to the docks with a message. Thought to keep them out of Force trouble, turns out that that got them deeper into it. *finishes drink*
Shab: What did you do?
Xam: I didn't do anything. They went with a message, they were ambushed by a dark-Jedi and some other guys, from what I could tell they all got out alive on the ship, but those guys were all but trashing the dock in a rage because of it. They've killed every security guard they've dared send.
Shab: *curses and makes some rude gestures in Ubese, before taking the drink as a full shot into the suit* Come on, you're pretty much security, you can help me get my ship back.
Xam: But-
Shab: You really think your sponsors will want their profit margins interrupted by an angry Sith?
Xam considers this before realising Shab is right, and making a rude gesture of her own before both women head towards the docks to try and find a solution, violent or otherwise.