Sarah was halfway through deciphering a particularly intricate kink in the timber when her name bounced off the nearest wall. When she located the source of the cry, her face split in a grin wide enough to swallow a mid-sized freighter. One of the women she recognised immediately, the same one that had delivered news of Aigis to her not too long ago. The second... Sarah frowned, her mind struggling to accept what her eyes were telling her.
"Aigis, Lyra! You came!" She tensed, ready to walk to them, when a third figure arrived at her table with a scraping thud.
"'Your the one who got your ship blown up not me." The man's accent was indistinct through the body armour, but it was next to impossible to mistake the juggernaut next to her. Before she could respond a woman, previously unnoticed by the rogue, moved up to question the armoured figure. Sarah briefly wondered if she should take a ticket. As they talked, Sarah waved over the two sisters standing at the opposite end of the bar. If it wasn't for the woman blocking her to the left, and the solid armoured block to her right, she would have hugged them. Yes, Sarah McFarlen was in a good mood indeed.
"How many more are to come?" It took a moment for it to click that that particular question was directed at her; focused as she was on counting the weapons hanging off the tank's belt. She gave up at twenty six, counting the belt itself. She self-consciously patted down her own waist, almost missing the weight of her pistol. Almost. She hadn't picked it up since the incident on Rochester, nor did she overtly intend to.
"You're really not into this subtlety thing, huh? A taunting smile graced the young engineer's face, laying bait, as always. In truth, she was glad her visitor was here.
At least no-one was noticing her dress anymore.
"Another two, I guess. Though I don't think Sorrin's coming, so make it one."
