Voyage II: Ibiza

[Petitioner]

Obviously, it would be awkward to just walk back up to the guards immediately, so Sarita continues to lean against the wall for a few minutes. At first she looks around, scanning the hallway, but once she's satisfied, she closes her eyes and takes a moment to relax. After the flight all the way from Mactan, she's happy to have a bit to sit and relax. A couple minutes elapse, and she straightens up and walks right back around the corner. With the new ID permissions, not even the guards can argue, and she closes the door soundly behind her.

— Buenas tardes, jefa. Thanks for having me. Who is your guest?

Sarita nods politely towards Claire, but all the traditional decorum in the world can't mask the fact that she is exhausted. Sarita is prone to fly for three or four days straight when on a long solo voyage, to save on time, fuel, and detection risk, and Enma knows it. Claire, spoiled princess that she is, might be a little horrified by the dark bags under Sarita's eyes, and how pale her skin is, but every paramilitary member in Sirius knows someone who runs themselves ragged like this.