Qar grimaced. It was going to be a long day.

Lead into the back Qar found himself with a younger attendant who spoke frequently about some card game of a sort. Almost forgetting to inform him of what he needed to be doing once they reached the room, but luckily it wasn't that hard for him to remember. Settling him into the room and informing him that someone would be with him soon before leaving Qar to wait for whoever was going to be with him.

Qar settled and studied the room. If things got ugly, what were his chances to escape this?

Eventually the room was entered by a Zabrak male in a well tailored suit. Saying nothing upon his entry he held a cold malevolence to his posture and a steadiness to his gait. Opposite Qar he set down a folder and laid out many of the images across the table but nothing on them seemed immediately familiar.

After a moments of silently appraising what was in front of him he looked up.

"You'll have to be more careful than this in the future," he said with that same calm malevolence.

"Pardon?" Qar looked up, rather nonplussed, playing or being clueless.

"So long as you're working for our employer, directly or indirectly, you should be more careful," he picks out a few of the images laid out on the table, a quarren male with an apparent degree of wealth. Shifting them together into a singular pile he sees them back into the folder.

"This has all been a reminder that your actions are being watched, always. So long as you are within our employ you should conduct yourself with a bit more care. Otherwise, well, you may find yourself without as many friends as you currently have."

"I guess I get your point." Qar sighed, stretching a bit.

"Good," he says, finishing up with his papers. Though he kept one image out on the table, pushing it along toward Qar he made a motion with his head toward it that was meant to indicate for Qar to take the image.

"Keep an eye on the news," he measured Qar for a moment and finished packing up his things.

Qar took the picture after some hesitation and gave it a glance. "Do they broadcast races or some local sports?"

"News," he says, finishing up with packing his things away and then exits the room. Leaving the door open behind him.

Qar didn't tarry. He didn't want someone to change opinion, requisition his bike or something like that. He'd be soon out and about, looking to shop... for some things.

/exit