Re: Act 5.4.0 - Meeting at the Meeting Place of Meeting
Mika had spent the bulk of the time working on the swoop, getting it back into standard trim and then seeing what she could do to make it better than factory defaults. Of course, once the headache had faded, she was able to get herself a pretty solid nights rest as well. While that put her in a much better frame of mind, she's still a bit put out at her poor showing, not even managing to finish the race.
Looking around the room, she seems quite out of place. She'd taken a few minutes out of her efforts to hit the fresher and change into some clothes that weren't so grease spotted and soot covered. The spacers boots had come out a bit better, at least the scuff marks were gone, but they weren't for show and they showed signs of years of active service. Mika's hair, always unruly, was no exception on this occasion.
Looking about, Mika figures she can at least sit on the chairs without leaving marks, not that she was overly concerned with such things. Let the cleaning droids worry about it, that's what they're programmed for.
"Hi, having fun?" she greets Zyra as she moves over to investigate the snacks. She's like it better if it weren't so fancy, she was a fast food/greasy spoon sort of person, not one to really appreciate the finer foods. Still, it was free and some of it looked pretty tasty and she hadn't eaten since before the race, so she was pretty hungry. Taking a plate, she piles it three layers high with the types of foods she can identify, finds herself a drink and settles down to start grazing.