The interior of the tavern is no more inviting than the outside was, but Han and Sodarra don’t stop to savor the atmosphere. Just to the right of the entrance, Han spies a durasteel door – obviously the lift to the higher floors.
The human bartender glanced up assessingly in their direction when they first entered; now the Corellian gives him a short nod.
“We’re going up.”
Without missing a glass, the man slaps the bar-rag with which he is wiping out his crystal against a hidden button, and the durasteel doors hiss apart behind them.