Imago

[Foxglove]

Having pulled out a jet back flight suit from her bag, she simply slung it over her shoulder while she walked with him back to wherever the mercenary had parked his ship. It was a full-body piece, skin tight, as it had been modelled after the suits the crewmen on the Apahanta had worn. Idly looking at the few of the passing people, Maren tried to not listen too much to some of the louder conversations around them. "I don't mind tight. You don't seem too boney, so it might even be nice." It was more of an off-handed comment than anything Maren placed much attention in saying. "I've been to a lot of races in the past. Ezrael was a fan of so called Hyperspace Races, where someone would use a jump platform to bring the contestants somewhere in Sirius and they then needed to find their way back. Admittedly quite dangerous, but he loved these things. I found them quite enjoyable as well." They entered the transit area from Barrier Gate C to A, where Maren presumed her companion had parked his ship. She was admittedly quite looking forward to seeing the Gallic engineering that had gone into the ship in question here.

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