"If stealth is what you need then I'm your guy," a hafling male strolls up to the guard and blonde female. "I beg your pardon for eves dropping, but it sounded like an opportunity for a fella to make some coin, and honestly who couldn't use the extra money?" He looks over at the guard with a slight chuckle, as if to try and brighten the mood. He climbs on to the nearest chair and extends his hand towards the female, "The names Tamir."