Sara sat down next to her sister, she was smiling and in a good mood.
"Don't you worry about loosing a ship, sister. Especially here. I'm sure the junker can cobble back up your ships in no time. I'll pay what is due, don't worry about the family' funds... the life of my pilots are more important than a mere space craft."
She took the bottle of wine she ordered, and in her aristocratic style, poured with style two cup of wine, one for her sister, one for herself,
"there, take some Maria. It will help you take some rest..."
And this said, she tasted the exotic wine, apparently enjoying it.
Sara nodded, and put down her cup to shake Andrew' hand;
"A pleasure. I am dona Sara Alderez. This is my sister, Maria Alderez."
"How may I be of service, senor Aston?" she spoke, her Hispanic accent evident in her speech pattern.
"Me and Maria have met before , just outside Manhattan"-said Andrew , putting down the glass-"All i request of you is that you tell me where you got this wine. It is quite good. Your sister doesnt seem to apreciate wine though. Well , her loss"
"Oh? A place they call, "Gaul". But I think most of the civilized world would rather call it, "Gallia". It's a new... country, with strange people, strange language and strange customs... but they do produce some interesting stuffs. Beside, they are closely related to junkers... not too hard for us to get, you know."
Sara smiled softly at Maria,
"Sorry little sister. I keep forgetting that..."