The ever-gallant Dementia, a luxury liner that belongs to Dr. Ray D'Inverno, a freelancing researcher, has just finished the mooring procedures at the Barrier Gate.
Ray already knew the place - if you need to find trustworthy freelancers in need of a good job, they'd be here. Not to mention absolutely random interesting people here and there.
And there was a good job to offer.
He moved through the station's commotion, finally reaching a place known as the Lone Drunkard - despite the name, the pub was very decent, letting a security camera take a picture of him on the way - a picture of a relatively old man, 63 years old according to his publically availible info, his hair almost completely turning gray, a small but noticeable scar on his cheek.
The researcher found a free table by one of the walls, ordered a Sangria cocktail and began to browse information on his datapad, sometimes looking for people that seemed at least mildly interesting...