The door closed and Grubo stared at it for 5 minutes, not even realizing it. Snapping out of it, she looked around again, wondering still if the room was tapped in any way. Hesitating, she looks down at her suitcase, calculating in her mind what would be the best course of action for the rest of the trip. She loosened herself in her dress a little. While she liked it, she wouldn't mind relaxing. A better set of cloths...
Reaching down, she felt her left upper thigh. 'Yup.... still here.' She thought nervously, feeling the small handgun strapped to her leg, her only other means of self defense if things went south. She was happy that they didn't search her personally and just her luggage. While the people here seemed fine, she was not ready to fully trust them.
She figured the best bet for her would be the small washroom. Opening her suitcase, she takes out a different set of cloths, taking off her shoes that are killing her feet by now, and walks into the room to change. Stepping out after a few minutes she feels her leg again and looks at it, happy that the bulge where her gun would be is hidden nicely, though with pants not instead of her dress, it would far less accessible. Still, she felt safe to an extent.
Sitting back down onto the bed, she puts her dress away and then lies down, resting her head on the pillow and relaxing. Feeling the rock of the ship would help her fall asleep...
The comm woke her up and she opened her eyes, hearing a familiar voice from the comm unit. She leaned forwards and got up to sit on the bed. 'How long was it.... six? mmerm...' She attempts fixing her hair, getting up and walking to the washroom again. Looking into the mirror she quickly gets ready, looking herself over and the cloths she is wearing: a pair of green cargo pants and a black tank top, along still with her ear rings. Smiling reassuringly at the mirror, she walks out, packing everything up and looking at the time. The would be here for her any minute now...
