A battered Bug fighter breaks through the planetoid's thin atmosphere and makes for the sparse signs of civilization on its surface. It hovers tentatively over the shipyard a moment before settling a little ways away.
After a longer pause than should have been necessary, the hatch opens to reveal the plainest-looking human woman imaginable. She is the kind of person one's eyes could simply slide over without even noticing her existence. There is simply nothing remarkable about this mousy-haired woman, except perhaps the Dracon strapped discreetly to her hip (although that is hardly rare in this place).
She turns her head back and forth, scanning the ships in the yard as if looking for something in particular and, upon apparently finding nothing, she walks towards the ramshackle building, pushing the door open and stepping inside. From her expression, she seems taken aback by the size of the crowd but immediately heads towards quiet corner from which she can survey the room's occupants.
