Car-Tali as he was walking to the bar he contemplated the consequences of allowing himself to get involved with people. They probably did save his life yesterday and did what would take him a couple of days to do. Besides Car-Tali had no leads, no contacts or friends, maybe it was time for him to make some. 
Something had also crossed Car-Tali’s mind. If they find out what he was or worse what he did in the past then it could be all over, truth be told he could be killed on the spot.   He had only started to regain pieces of his mind and discern what the truth was. The DMA had done a good job at breaking him and molding him into a perfect solider, now it was time to put himself back together. 
It’s not the first time he has been in mortal danger and certainly not the last but he had to make this work. 
Car-Tali had arrived in front of the bar. He thought to himself that he needed a plan of action if it all goes sour. He still had the flint, striker and tinder in his pocket , Car-tali thought that if the conversation didn’t go his way he could just say he needed to use the bathroom create a fire and use the smoke in the bathroom to cover the escape. 
“OK, first I’m going to have to apologize to Cole for my demeanor and then correctly introduce myself.  Then we talk...just like I have done many times before.” He took a deep breath and entered the building.