Sarah frowned, staring determinedly at the helmeted man in an attempt to elicit some sort of response. When that didn't work, she glanced around at the rest of the group, momentarily pausing her eyes on each. Of course, the entire solemn nature of the thing was ruined by half the bar choosing that moment to get up and leave. The other half seemed to have miraculously grown Navy uniforms. Oh boy. Wasn't that dress seeming like a good idea now?
Despite the distractions, the other dressed woman was hard to miss. Even more so when she nearly coated Sarah's projector in wine. The drone hovering next to her though was infinitely more interesting to the girl. Such things were rare broken in the space she frequented, much less a functional one. Besides, the glance she fixed the armoured figure with was unmistakable. It was impossible just to have a conversation with that man. He knew everyone]/i]. Sarah mightn't have been any good in a fight, but she could read people. Besides, the lady was staring anyway. Didn't she know it was rude? She sighed, desperate for [i]some form of conversation.
"Oh, come on then." She waved to the mysterious woman.
