Her contact stood not far from the ship itself, standing out among other people due to the fact that only he seemed to expect, or even pay any attention to her. He had no escort or any other companions. Clarke's uniform was an odd view compared to most technicians' utility outfits, not really matching a particular theme or marking scheme. He wore a long, grey coat with dark green decals and golden markings on the somewhat high collar, indicating his position of a Sentinel. The coat was supplemented with equally grey cargo pants, boots and a belt, housing a bretonian sidearm. He kept his hands behind his back, standing still and observing her approach. He couldn't help but raise his only eyebrow upon getting a closer view of her outfit, but for now kept his thoughts on that matter to himself.
- Welcome to Holmfirth, miss Grubozaboyschikov. - Clarke greeted her with a courteous nod. He managed to spell her name correctly, even though it was obvious it took him a lot of effort. The tanks full of gas made their way onto aoutomated trolleys and disappeared from the hangar, somewhere into the depths of the outpost.
