The brief cab ride back to her landing pad was calm, the air traffic having decreased towards the evening. At the small terminal that serviced her section of the spaceport, Olivia sat on a bench, slowly eating away at a melonpan she had bought at the in-port bakery.
The meeting with Haze had been interesting. And surprisingly pleasant. She hadn't expected her to be so... Olivia struggled to think of the right word to describe her and finally settled for a simple friendly. Their brief and, admittedly, hostile encounters in space previously had painted Haze as the usual cold, in-it-for-the-money hunter. But as it it turned out, there was a seemingly genuine - if annoyingly patronizing - personality within the strangely black-obsessed woman.
Taking a few more bites, Olivia wondered how long Haze had been in the business for. Her age came across as completely ambiguous - she could've been the same age as Olivia herself or a decade or two older. Money might not be able to buy happiness, but it sure could afford beauty, Olivia thought to herself, chuckling.
Older, she finally decided. In her line of work, Olivia came across a lot of people around her own age, but none of them had been that... metaphorical. Wise, even. Finishing up her pastry, Olivia shrugged inwardly and jumped to her feet. In the end, Haze was just another hired gun for her to look out for. No matter how cordial their conversation may have been, in space their friendliness could devolve into violence on the literal turn of a dime. And after what Haze had done in Liberty, there was no way in hell she'd ever so much as trust her. Regardless of it just having been business or not.
Climbing into her Sutinga's cockpit, Olivia instructed the autopilot to take her to Junyo, luckily only a short and usually quiet journey away. She couldn't wait to sit at the edge of a floating habitat, looking out across the endless expanse of water, with any luck being beautifully illuminated by a setting sun and the gas giant Seto hanging in the sky above.