A carbon scored Wyrm moved into the hangar bay. Just from looking at the ship, it was very obviously new, the carbon scoring being received from lost training battles. A girl opened the cockpit just as soon as the ship touched. She seems barely old enough to join the Navy, still in her early 20's. She had black hair and a well-formed body, an obvious athlete. As she came closer to the tea-room, a small scar, a sliver, was visible on her cheek. Nothing took away from her beauty, not even the scar.
She entered the tea-room quietly and glanced quickly about the room before sitting down at the bar.
