All right, then. She was a barkeep, of sorts. Even if Maya couldn't pick out anything alcoholic in the list (what was an Italian, she wondered). She nodded slightly, suddenly missing Cosimo from Corellia. She'd always stop by his shop first thing in the morning for a caffeine fix. He was good to her, despite her choice of profession.

And he'd always been good to Yuri.

Yuri...

"Well," she said, shaking off that thought, "I'll probably be in need of your services."