Without even facing the main counter, she made her way to one of the tables in the back corner, currently unoccupied, and inspected it. She didn't know why, it was just routine now. Setting her cane against the wall, she clutched at the sides of her coat and sat down, making sure no fold of fabric was in her way. More often than not, fancy clothing was only a hindrance used by those who had no idea how cramped a fighter cockpit is.
There Chloe sat, staring idly at the table and waiting for her coffee. She never ordered. Everyone knew what she wanted. As if on cue, a short waiter with a lean figure and a much more lean mustache walked up, setting a cup of espresso on her table. Without even giving him a nod of approval, he walked off to tend to the other customers.
Delicately, she plucked the cup it and touched the edge to her lips, sipping lightly. Perfect. It had the shot of liquor. Like that, all the troubles of today were slowly fading.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"