"What, like temp work?" He laughed and shook his head. "Nobody would hire me, even though I applied for one or two. Not really my thing, but It helped that they had free caf."

Priorities.

"I'm less likely to end up behind the desk and more likely to end up being the guy who runs around doing work better left to droids, anyway. Delivery jobs, construction. Transit. Farm labor. Okadiah's wasn't the first cantina I've worked at. And not all of my jobs have necessarily been entirely above-board."

He suspected that Hera would have a thing or two to say about the occasional spice running meant to tide him over until the next planet with the next helpful person looking to hire a drifter who seemed to be down on his luck.