The museum isn't far -- and cajoled away from their drinks, Dagger and Csillag fall in behind Mal with Heyop bringing up the rear. The students, for what it's worth, forgo the chili protatos in favor of more drinks -- protein is for wusses, apparently. The museum is on the grounds of the Univeristy of Reles -- a relatively well-known educational institution in this part of the galaxy. Unfortunately, the hour is late enough that the museum is shut down. The lights are down and it's clearly locked up for the night.
The museum itself is on some well-manicured grounds -- a building with a large curve -- sort of like a turret. What little you can discern through the darkened windows suggest there's a large atrium with stairs leading up and back. It's a small museum by the looks of it -- not something wings and wings. Perhaps housing a large personal collection of an alumnus or alumnae. But definitely not like a major metropolitan museum closer in to the core.
It crosses Dagger's mind, for certain -- if not others -- that no lock is liable to withstand a lightsaber. On the other hand, stirring up trouble in a museum when you're not certain there's anything there of interest is potentially contraindicated by trying to be all Jedi and stuff. This is the subject of some conversation as you observe the museum from a couple hundred feet away.
