Having stayed behind to secure the wing, Yoko Kayabuki let herself drift towards the reception area where she checked in, then with a crowd inwards to the main halls. She wore an off-yellow dress of Kusarian nature and allowed herself to simply exist in the space. While her colleagues might be getting to work, she allowed herself to exist as a opportunity out should things go poorly.
Personally, she enjoyed the culture displayed. It reminded her of home. The symbolic nature of the decorations, the general dress, the atmosphere. For a moment there was a longing to return back to it, however it was shook off with a breath and a smile to a passing rogue. It wasn't her home anymore nor would they be so easy to accept someone like her.
A touch to a link on her wrist to transmit a message that the ships were secured and she was now inside. All that was left was to observe and hopefully enjoy the gathering.
