The girl arrives at Bruchsal; fresh off the last transport, her hair scruffy and her trusty knit scarf tight around her neck. The green parka she wore hadn't been washed for solar cycles, and those circles under her eyes spoke only of a figure who was tired. She dragged her bag; rattling with the sound of an old datapad dancing with mechanical tools to the starboard side, her gaze flitting around the little bar.
The Portside Embassy.
Trying her best to avert her gaze from the Gaian shorthair, she makes her way to a spare chair, the first one she finds. Julia keeps her bag in her lap, and her gaze to herself -- though from time to time the brown orbs wander up to Freya, the powerful figure, and she stares at the woman in near-awe.
It's not too long before she works up the courage to walk to the bar, giving a small, tight smile to the pair before ordering a small water.
The credits to Fraulien Jensen's name disappeared as fast as that drink down her throat.
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