The headache was gone, and she had real clothes. It was a start to reintroducing herself back into society. Twelve Years in cryo wasn't nearly as bad as the longest duration she knew of for other inmates, but it was enough for life to pass her by and the galaxy to change. The Empire wasn't as far reaching as it once had been, she was finding, thanks in part to a Rebellion. She actually delighted from the fact given how she had been betrayed, and half wondered if her freedom would have made a difference in the grand scheme of things.

They were pointless thoughts though, because the galaxy had changed without her. For a time she had been forgotten, a feeling she never wished to experience again. She sought to make her mark upon the galaxy. Corellia wouldn't give her that, but it would give her a place to start. She had departed the First Galactic Bank, specifically accessing a safety deposit box that housed several identification cards and credits. No weapons however, she had never needed anything but her lightsabers, and now she had no idea where they were. Just one of the many things on her agenda.

Credits bought her clothing, a black sleeveless tunic with a high collar that wrapped tightly about her frame and neck, with black paints and boots. The clothing was far more civilain then she was used to, but it beat the coveralls she had procured from Hoth. A place to stay for a day or two came next, the Coronet Grand Hotel. They had remodeled since her last visit, changed their color scheme to a royal shade of purple, some furniture. The shift in the regime had changed the entire galaxy it seemed, and she was still figuring that out.

In leaving the bank for the hotel, she had noticed a bustling bar. In her times with the Inquisition, she became extremely familiar with their potential for information. It was what pulled Layla out of the comfort of her hotel room and back into society. She moved for the bar, rather than some secluded table, waiting for one of the two tenders to take notice of her and come to take her drink order. That was proving more difficult than would have been anticipated though, with just how bustling the bar was that evening.