Trees. They had actual trees. Sarah McFarlen stretched out a hand, trailing it alone a garden bed, relishing the sensation of the dirt on her fingers. She hadn't seen a proper garden since she'd left Gran Canaria on an expedition over a year ago. While, Star's Soliloquy, the Corvo she had traveled aboard had a few plants, they paled to insignificance compared to the Zenarch. It was like comparing a Starflier to a Werewolf. Sure, they were both fair impersonations of a fighter, but one simply didn't stand up.
Artificial light filtered down through a canopy of trees, casting blotchy shadows across the metal walkways. For a station, the trees were impressive. Sarah was tall, but she was able to walk freely through the garden unimpaired by low branches, although the watering systems were less considerately placed, and she had to stoop under a particularly low-set hose. A pair of Zoners, one male and one female, sat under a palm, meditating. No words passed between them as Sarah made her way past. If they were dating, that was a strange way of going about it. Not that she was surprised, everything about the Zoners was strange in someway or another. Another lesson she'd learned aboard Soliloquy. Sarah selected a seat under the largest tree, well away from the garden's other occupants, and picked her way over to it. She slung her satchel over a shoulder to keep it from dragging in the dirt, she'd lost far more documents then she cared to remember that way. Aside from her, the Zenarch was nearly empty.
Now, to see if Jeremy Hunter would make an appearance. Honestly. Why was she always the first to these meetings? Perhaps there was- No. A quick glance around confirmed her surroundings were well and truly clear of tables. There would be no shenanigans this time, it seemed. With nothing else to do, Sarah leaned back on the bench and closed her eyes, trying to replicate the meditations of the two Zoners.
