"Well they call them 'collectables' but what do I know. Apparently the rich will pay good money for one or two of them.", she said, idly keeping an eye out on the door for when the drone-bot came rolling in to replenish their drinks or bring their order, plate by plate. She wasn't as nervous about being heard given her protected status here, but she was still cautious nonetheless for his sake.

"Certainly not clientele, no. I could use the time to enrich my mind but...", as those words came from her mouth, she lifted up the glass of wine she had, swirling it a bit as she contemplated how she spent her time outside of work. She technically didn't have to work now, being a free-agent of sorts and sourcing her own clients, but she was in desperate need to rack up credits for one reason or another.

"There's only so much reading I can do before I lose my mind. I suppose I could pick up a second job, but there's always danger lurking and I'm not like Mal and Zoe, I can't hold my own when faced with a threat."