Closed Starter for @02shinigami:
The layout of the colonies in this place was strange. Yoruichi recognized them as essentially Stanford Torus designs, although the oversized docking and industrial arms were a novel touch—if nothing else, it made them seem quite easy to board. Still, maneuvering inside a colony with a mobile suit would always raise suspicion, even in one as strangely barren as this...
She and ALICE had surmised that the local political situation was highly confused, and had presented falsified United Earth Sphere Alliance credentials upon their arrival. L2 was basically as far one could get from Earth while still being within cislunar space, so they'd been granted landing clearance without much question. She'd chosen to leave her Gundam in the docking area until she'd scoped things out to her satisfaction—ALICE was fully capable of looking out for herself.
Yoruichi had made her way into the torus itself to investigate a scrapyard complex contained within. Why it was in the habitable areas and not the industrial ones had at first been a mystery, but the rather sedate and simple suburb-like construction with all the dirt and vegetation quickly dispelled her questions. There was a lot of room. It reminded her quite a bit of more rural places on Earth. Well, her Earth anyway...
Seeing off the taxi which had brought her to the place of business, she studied what appeared to be its main office for a moment, then crossed the street and entered. Nobody seemed to be around, so after waiting for half a minute, she pressed a customer service buzzer.
When—if—somebody showed up, her pitch would be simple: an easy smile, and a breezy, "Hi~. The colony directory suggested this would probably be the place to talk to somebody about resupplying a mobile suit?" It would probably seem strange for someone wearing business casual to say something of the sort, but if this was as gray market as it sounded and looked, there was little point in beating around the bush. Better to just be up-front and seize the initiative.