Nellith looks around the bar to find a star pilot she can pay to take her to the Temple of Ossus, the Jedi headquarters located in an uncharted star system on the far reaches of the Outer Rim.
She finds the captain that the other Jedi have used for this purpose: a spirit-sipping washed-out bag of bones named Ben Cortel. Other Jedi have utilized his services in the Clone War and have taken care to wipe his memory with their Jedi powers. This was done to preserve the secrecy of the Temple's location. Such secrecy was necessary in a time of war.
Nellith sits next to Ben, positioning the bag on her lap after doing so. Their balcony seats overlook Taris' vast cityscape. Civilian airspeeders are accompanied by Republic military fighters, no doubt to dissuade any would-be informants or allies of Mandalorian Clone insurrectionists.
Ben regards the Jedi with a faint look of recognition. Deja vu. He inquires as to her business.
"Let's just say I have to meet a contact in the Outer Rim. I'd like to avoid any Clone entanglements."
He sets down his drink. "I'm listening. You're not Republic military, are you?"
"Not precisely."
"Good. I'm not a fan of those boys. What are you paying? Because if you show me enough credits, this job becomes a bantha of a different color."
"Five thousand up front, the other fifteen when we arrive at the destination."
Ben offers a wry smile. "You're certainly a lady of means. What are you? Some royalty? Connected to the Hutts?"
"Let's keep our backgrounds out of the discussion."
She waves her hand slightly. Ben's mind subtly re-arranges to suit her will. Not as much as she had hoped.
The old man's mind is stronger than Obi-Wan had told her. The Jedi will have to find another pilot soon. Ben does not realize it, but his mind is building up a resistance to Jedi mind tricks. Nellith realizes that her powers are not sufficient to wipe Ben's mind clean. She would have to get Master Palpatine to do it upon their arrival at Ossus.