@astrakofe gets a vaguely pre plotted starter.
She's lost track of how long she's been sitting there -- it doesn't really matter much, it isn't like she has anything to do, or anywhere she needs to be. Na-- Desi was dealing with something at the gallery, and Amos was ... she wasn't actually sure where, but she'd still not quite worked up the nerve to be anywhere without her brother to act as a sort of buffer between them. She was trying, she was, but he made her nervous.
So, after a quick breakfast, she'd refilled her thermos with tea from the hotel lobby -- their coffee had been too sickly for her to even brave, and wandered around the main sections of the station for a while. Eventually, she'd come to rest outside of the docking ring, finding herself drawn to the walkway that looked down over the ship that her brother and Amos had arrived on. She'd queued up one of the local's podcasts, about the adventures of the ship and crew, and even taking the stories with a grain of salt, she found they made her slightly nauseous at the thought of her brother being involved with any part of them, even if he had said he usually stayed on station.
Tucked into one of the railings with transparisteel glass between her and the bay below, she'd sipped her tea, and let her mind wander, a handful of sketches of gowns and suits that she wasn't really quite happy with, but were at least a start, sketched out onto her hand terminal's display. A whiff of something, caught her attention, a hand lifting to tug out one earbud as her gaze followed the scent, honing in on the cup held in the stranger's hand, her stomach rumbling hopefully silently at the scent. "Oh my god, is that real coffee?"
