10 soldiers of the Outcast honorary guard would wait at hangar for the arrival of supposedly an honored guest. A little to the side there's a small collective brass band, also in parade uniform. Those guys not used to play together quite right as the orchestra was formed just recently exactly for the purpose of entertainment of the rare guests that arrive here. Enma just really hoped that they won't butcher the melody big time. Loyola has also ordered to bring additional lighting and even the red carpet. She was bored enough of waiting to order people around like this.

It's not often soldiers get to wear parade uniform and use ceremonial decorative weaponry at the secret and heavily guarded object like Corsica. Not that they are forced to stay in waiting for the arrival of some Gallic guests important to Dona Loyola. While the business with the Gallic Royalists started to roll slowly, visits between them are not exactly common.

Security officer just reported that Lynx and 2 Outcast escort fighters have entered the vicinity of Corsica. Enma acknowledged and hanged up almost instantly, slowly walking to the hangar where the ceremony is allegedly supposed to be prepared.

As the second gateway opened and Lynx rolled into the hangar, Enma would enter the hangar. That was perfectly timed and Outcast is really satisfied with this, no time is being wasted.

— Present, ARMS!

She commands the soldiers, while her voice shook a little, not like she used to give commands to infantry personnel on her own. This station now needs a ceremonial officer too.

As Lauren would step onto the red carpet, orchestra starts playing, with ceremonial guard maintaining the perfect line, it looked almost as Enny imagined. At the moment it was seen a little too surrealistic, but she just wanted everything that she dreamt of as a little girl to become true. Finally, she's slowly getting to organize grandiose ceremonies. This one is being a rather modest first attempt on those.

Loyola took Lauren petting her shoulder as some clear invitation for an easy hug, which she performed almost instantly, nicely balancing the pressure of her touch, making it feel almost ideal. While purely intellectually Lauren's concerns are understandable, Enny did not feel any sort of alarmism La'Row expressed. She would lean her head a little forward and to the side, wanting to whisper back with a quite open and wide smile at her face.

— Ah, you need to learn to relax. You shall not be worried, everything here is under control... As for people at the hangar, I told them to prepare a ceremony to meet my old friend Josseline Micheaux.

Loyola then would move back a little, looking at Lauren's face with a quite mild and friendly stare for a few moments, Enma then spoke, now more loudly. Not that it mattered anyway, as an orchestra would keep booming and it was still only La'Row who would be able to hear her.

— If you are hungry there are a couple of not bad restaurants. There are lounges and other cool places as an alternative...

Outcast started to offer, not quite having a plan of her own. At the moment it started to look awkward and she hoped that Lauren would take a bit of initiative.

Loyola binks and nods, looking back at ceremonial guard that she now has to command again. Taking a deep breath, she tries to make her voice sound as firm and confident as possible.

— At ease!

Taking a minimal possible pause between commands, she now starts liking it.

— Fall out! Dismissed!

Loyola then turns back to Lauren, she then makes a short step to the side, aiming her body to one of the exits from the hangar. That's most obvious not a verbal invitation to come with her. That's some very basic body language being used, suddenly making their meeting to look so cozy and simple right after a mini ceremony with the inexperienced orchestra.

— Ah, so you want NOT a gallic restaurant. Well, naturally we have a lot of local dishes. I know one place with Kusari food, but for the rest, we will have to look up. What do you think?

En looked down into the ground for a few long moments. Outcast is not the mood or condition to bite back, so she would just apparently let Lauren be this way. Loyola sighs, closing her eyes for a moment and touching her own forehead. Looks like Outcast is not really able to keep the confident and strong appearance that she keeps for public all the time. She hoped that La'Row won't be the one to take advantage over her melting and breaking down.

— I, am, I'm sorry. No games, I just usually order food right to my office and don't walk around too much.

Exit from this hangar would actually led them to something that looks more like a street of some underground city rather than a space station. While most of the station is functioning like shipyard, Outcasts have seemed to build this section to feel like home, whenever it was possible, at least. Enma then turned back to Lauren, her face is expressing apology as she was bumped by someone from behind, being pushed a little closer to the Gaul.

— Pardon me. So did you decide?

That question was supposed to sound demanding, but it was the opposite, sounding fairly weak.

— Sure there is. Some still cook recipes from the Sol, really ancient things. Most stuff is new and kind of interesting. It may be too spicy, but you can order it with less spice if your tongue is sensitive.

She then halts herself at the moment where she's about to start some short lecture and would just take Charlotte by the hand to guide her. Feeling like it would be less effort, especially considering this place is unusually crowded today. Enma was leading her to the most elite restaurant around here, Plaza Azul. And indeed, as they entered the more elitist part of the station, crowds have disappeared and only not many rich and self-important people are to be seen at some distance. Rather on pure instinct, Loyola looked around as well the moment Charente is mentioned.

— I hope everything went well?... We are almost there by the way.

Loyola barely whispered.