(OOC) This in where we can start corellia based roleplay!
(IC) *Tracer walks into the cantina. People move out of her way, not seeming to want to bother someone in mandalorian armor. She takes a seat on a barstool and notions to the bartender. She points at a bright blue bottle on the wall and exchanges credits for the drink. She barely moves up her helmet as to not expose her face and sips her drink.*