Leaning with her back against the wall and with a glass of water in her hand, she saw the doctor enter through the door. It had taken him quicker than she had expected to arrive. She was less formally dressed than he was in her flight suit and was clearly recognisable as a Golden Chrysanthemum pilot, but she didn't mind too much. When he sent her a message, she had to quickly adjust her schedule and didn't have the opportunity to prepare properly. It wasn't the first time that Doc saw her in a more casual attire and this was a freeport. There wasn't that much of a risk for trouble and if there was, she would deal with it in time.
She allowed him to kiss her hand, enjoying the simple gesture of courtesy. Kusarians often believed that people from the outside lacked manners. Mariko had established a long time ago that Henry Holliday wasn't one of them.
