Voyage II: Ibiza

[Petitioner]

At that moment, Sarita sneezed loudly in Ibiza's public lobby. She attracted a lot of stares from the people there, but after wiping her nose, unabashedly strode up to the front desk and leaned forward onto it, resting her weight on one hand.

— Buenas tardes. Looking to have my Rapier refueled and radometrics recalibrated, and to get a room for the night.

A few minutes later, and she's in a carpeted, greyscale, art deco-inspired hallway, head held high and eyes scanning corners. Sarita's black boots hardly make a sound on the fuzzy carpeted floor, but she can almost hear her heart stop when she turns a corner and sees the muscle outside the door down the hall. Still, she keeps her pace and swallows those extra beats per minute until she recognizes el signo de Loyola tucked quietly, almost out of the way on their otherwise plain uniforms.

At this point, she slows down a little and nods to the guards. Obviously, they don't know her, so they just kind of glare a little. Sarita decides to look down at her holowatch and send out a text rather than go through the whole social struggle of glaring assertively-but-not-too-aggressively that such a situation would otherwise demand. As she presses send, she rounds the other corner of the hallway, and leans up against a wall to await a response from Enma.