Meeting aboard Barrier

[Arant]

Barrier Gate Station, Coronado System
Sector A, Quadrant 5
'Sunny's Bar'

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A small, frustrated and tired, sigh left her lips as the diminutive researcher turned explorer pulled off their helmet. Sucking in the station's recycled air caused her to momentarily gag as the mixture of faulty oxygen and CO2 scrubbers coupled with how 'clean' her supply of internal oxygen had been before docking was a shock. The woman known as Lillian Genda placed the helmet down beneath their feet and stripped out of the uncomfortable flight suit, rolling their neck with an exhausted groan as they reached to push the button that would open their canopy. Slowly exposed to the station's artificial atmosphere she breathed a couple of puffs before climbing up and out of the cockpit. Before receiving the message from one of Doctor Wright's supposed friends she'd been nervously stalking and capturing pictures and scans of "ghostly" ships seen in the nearby system of Inverness.

It was both terrifying and thrilling as she'd normally have a crew, ship, and Captain to do all of that for her whilst she could do the 'fun' stuff. Like pouring over metric tons of data that their scans and misadventures usually brought in. Now she was alone, wandering through the Sirius system in a shoddy 'Dagger' that was now to be maintained and fixed up for a hefty sum of one-hundred thousand credits by one of Barrier Gate's many repair teams.

Securing the canopy, she would leave behind her only means of transportation and eventually make her way towards the bar, a mix of synth-jazz and pop playing through their dusty old speaker as the researcher stepped into the threshold. Frowning at the local population, she wriggled her nose and looked for a semi-respectable, clean looking individual that most certainly woul stand out in a crowd. Such as herself. With a keen, practiced eye she spotted a relatively out of place man and sidled up into a stool next to them. She wanted water, demanded water, tapping an impatient finger on the counter as the tender stared at her with a look of incredulity before moving off to do so.

Turning to face the man she gave them a polite little smile and reached a hand out. "Doctor Chandler, I assume? Nice to meet in person, I am Doctor Genda, the one you spoke to over private communications."