So here you are again — spending "a night out on the town" as Jazz put it. You're on Nar Shaddaa — on business as always — standing in a dark alley outside an old strip club with your crew on notice about a block away. Jazz is with you — he's smoking a death stick, and watching your six.
"It's quiet," he calls to you, in his husky tenor, "you think Deet'll show?"
Why are you here Kelb? And for that matter, who's Deet?