Jyot walked into the cantina and strode up to the bar. He slapped a credit chip down on the bar. "Corellian Ale and whatever she's having."
The bartender frowned a bit. "She?" Jyot appeared to be alone. "She who?"
"'She' with treacle-colored hair who will be walking in here any minute now with a ginormous grin on her face because I came in second in a field of two."
The bartender set the ale down, Jyot picked it up, and then, spotting Alec and the rest of the crew on the other side of the cantina, he went to join them.
"We got transport," he announced. "Snow-trackers, outside, and ready to go."
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)