With a fleeting smile, she accepted his hand and let him lead her from the ship's bridge. However, just when it seemed they would leave the interior habitable part of her ship, she gently urged him towards her cabin, subtly taking the lead.
"[Just one more thing. I will not go to Malta just in black - I will put on some colors. Wait here, will you?]"
With these words, she left him waiting outside her cabin as she entered to change out of her black attire. Her choice was a white, loose-fitting blouse, black trousers, and light summer shoes of the same color. The third color, accentuating her appearance, was a golden sash tied around her waist, serving as a divider between the white blouse and black trousers. And finally, she donned her gold-toned sunglasses.
"[Now we can truly depart.]"
She accepted his arm and let him lead her out of the ship. Then, she retook the initiative, guiding him out of the unfamiliar Outcast starport with significant looks, facial expressions, and physical gestures on his hand.
The complex exuded a futuristic air - the architect clearly was not satisfied with mere functional design but felt the need to test what the local builders and craftsmen could achieve. Only the floors were straight and parallel; the walls, windows, and exposed chromed beams did not close a single right angle between them. The resulting structure appeared very dynamic, almost as if it were dancing or swaying in the wind.
Damien's eye, however, might have noticed other details - some parts of the starport were newer than others, without any regularity. Battles must have raged here too.
In front of the starport, a vehicle awaited: a ground vehicle. Essentially, it was a silver-painted luxury sports car in a coupé configuration. It bore no brand recognizable to Damien, likely custom-built on Malta. Its larger wheels and raised chassis were more pronounced than similar vehicles.
"[I hope you will understand my behavior, Damien. I am fully aware that personal vehicles are usually meant to be driven by a man on occasion like this - however - you do not know the way, and you are my guest.]"
Fiorella suddenly answered, as if responding to an unspoken or even unintended question from her companion, and took her seat in the driver's position. With a simple button press, she activated her car's electronics and fuel cells. By pressing another button, she retracted the roof. She did not bother with seat belts but patiently waited if Damien chose to buckle up.
He could notice that even as her crew dispersed to attend their own matters, some of them were still present and watching them from afar.
