Accept the Negotiated Price

You sigh heavily. You didn't peg yourself for the type to be suckered in by a pretty face, but here we are. You take out your datapad and start typing rapidly.

"Listen, you're right. You post this to a bounty board, odds are decent your sister comes back dead, or worse. I don't really want that on my conscience. Transfer what you have, and I'll find her."

Her face brightens beautifully when she sees you have entered an amount of 1000 credits into the system. Her smile is almost worth the difference by itself...

... no, it isn't. You tried really hard to believe that, but it really, really isn't.

You go on, listing your standard disclaimers as she inputs her account information. You cover expense procedures, information on Tekka you'll need access too, gently remind her that sometimes these things get violent. She nods along understandingly, lekku swaying distractingly. You've never understood why headtails where as attractive as they are, but here you are, thinking of all the things you'd like to do with them. Which reminds you...

"Last, and most importantly: you never, EVER, tell anyone I did this at the rate I did. Feel free to let everyone know how very dashing and daring I am. But if anyone asks how you afforded my rates, you lie." She looks up at that last one, confused. You grin mischievously and toss her a wink. "Wouldn't want everyone to think we got up to anything untoward."

... you kinda wish you had got up to something. Actually, you really, really do. Ah, well. Really, you just don't want word spreading round that you will work for cheap. You don't want to spend hours negotiating with every Hutt or Toydarian who thinks they can get a cheap deal.

Ranna thanks you profusely. At the bar, you see Easu eyeing you and giving you the smallest of smiles. An approving smile? Probably just smug, knowing him. Bastard.