He gave Dameron a skeptical look, before his eyes slid over to focus on his target, listening.

"The rate's eight thousand peggat per passenger, two hundred for large cargo," he gestured to Dameron, "And an extra hundred if it's dangerous. Dealing in credits gets you a conversion fee." He'd named a high price, but that was normal for bartering. But that wasn't the detail that would matter.

Peggats were Hutt currency, but the First Order liked to operate in areas where they were available. The coins themselves had value for their metal content, which the First Order had been stockpiling for years. Dealing in peggats would mark him as someone who was willing to work either in Hutt Space, for the First Order, or both.

He took another seemingly inadvisable mouthful of his drink, putting a hand to his collar as he swallowed it down. There was no burn, thanks to the neutralizer. "But, I'm doing a run from here to Anthan soon. I'd be willing to negotiate the price for a tag along." Edge of the sector, mixed-species population, notable for a high-atmospheric resort for the hyper-rich. New Republic territory, but identified as a possible area of First Order clandestine activity. It hadn't been mentioned in recently intercepted transmissions, however. Enough plausible room to make it a coincidence rather than the deliberate bait it was.

"Ident cards and documents cost extra."