Thing approached Fosters cautiously. She was on her own and was struggling to decide if that was because they wanted her dead, or thought she was able to complete the task at hand without any problems. She smirked and shook her head slightly, there was no way they expected a single girl to take on this number of men if it turned bad. Thing takes a deep breath to try and calm her nerves shaking her head when she realized that didn't help. As she set her ship to dock she silently cursed herself. The slight tremor in her hands would blow her 'tough guy' act.
As she powered her greyhound down she decided she really didn't care what happened to her. It would mean she wouldn't have to deal with Buster - or more importantly, not deal with him. He was missing in action again and she was struggling with it. Thing shook off the thought and stepped off her ship, looking around unsure who she was meant to be meeting. One of the men noticed her and walked over, looking cheerful. This confused her, he was working, why was he so happy? "You must be Miss. Thing, correct?" She nods moving her hand over her sidearm. "Follow me then." She relaxed slightly and followed him out of the hanger bays.
After passing through a few rooms, they entered the bar. Thing was in awe, even in ruins this base was nicer then most other places she had set foot on. Seeing a man sitting at one of the tables in what seemed to be the bar she smiled. "Doctor Holliday?" Even she was surprised at how confident she sounded. She walked over to him and held out her hand for a handshake. "I'm Thing."