Dubious company

[Char Aznable]

Barrier Gate Station, Coronado System

Dubious company. That was what Hitomi thought, entering the station through the side exit of the Adventure Galley's small ferry. The station may have looked nicely at some point, but now she more had the feeling of a slum. The main Hangar at which the ship she entered on was docked on alone was full of petty vendors offering everything from souvenirs to Cardamine, from fried potato chips to pineal amulets.
The scent was unbearable. Not the thick, dusty smog of Leeds, not the hardly breathable cold of New Berlin, but something different. Recycled station atmosphere, filtered barely with only half-operational filters, mixed with excrements, sweat, oil and boiling grease, and thousands of other notes Hitomi couldn't possibly identify.
People almost had to step on people on this crowded market. Or hangar. Or toilet. Or whatever this was. It was a hellhole, and nothing more. Hard to imagine Leslie knew a quiet place on the station to have a break at, and recapitulate the events of the past, but... The only other option would have been Shinkaku's Crimson Cup, under the watchful eye of at least a dozen of her subordinates. Not a good Idea at all.
Hitomi herself had tried to look a bit more casual, but had obviously failed at that. The blouse she was wearing was a bit to clean and straight, the skirt a tad too long and her makeup almost non-existent, aside from the usual she applied to avoid people noticing that she was already aging. Her sword, of which she only let go when she went to sleep, was hanging apparently loosely over her shoulder, the hilt facing downwards so that if could be drawn without having to reach up.

"Is this really the right place, Leslie? Not sure where to find your 'quiet place' in this mess..." She asked, apparently a bit uneasy stepping down the provisoric ramp into the crowd. Her face rarely showed emotion, that much was known to Miss Durant, but the Admiral feeling uneasy about the scum around her was something that fitted right into the image that she painted of herself.

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