A young girl wearing a somewhat dirty zoner flysuit entered in the bar, looking around... "Uhoh...?"
She tilted her head, smiling at some customers who were too busy talking to notice her arrival and glanced around again "Rmmmm? Weird... There is no poles?"
The girl shrugged, smiling, and headed to a corner where she located a free table.
Sitting there, she took a book from one of the large pockets of her flysuit and started to write on it, not paying much attention to what was goin on around her...