A solitary roc comes from out of the field from above, the computer initiating automatic docking procedures.
One moored in the bay, a tall woman with pale hair and skin slowly gets out, her simple dress doing not much to hide the fact she is with child.
Making her way to the reception area, she just hands in her invitation, and when led to the hall, quietly walks over to Daniel, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Her posture and stance is such that she appears somewhat nervous or out of place, holding a soda instead of alcohol.
"I made it... sorry im late, had to listen to one of the LWB prattle on at the gate for a while."
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