A Democritus yacht carefully navigates inside the nebula, its sensors deep scanning the space in search for the contacts that entered the cloud. The ship's hull is painted in a white-blue tone, effectively blending with the ice field and its reflections; the yacht bears the Orbital Spa and Cruise markings, although traces of older ones can be seen under the newest paint. On its side, a painting of a big snow flake is crossed by the words "The Winter Queen".
Once in proximity of the derelict Liner, the yacht comes to full stop, as if the ship was staring to its bigger cousin. All lights on the yacht are off, except one from the command bridge. After some minutes of pondering, the Democritus slowly crawls towards the Liner, gracefully dodging some ice blocks, and then docking to one if the Liner's side ports.
STAND-BY, PRESSURE EQUALIZATION IN PROGRESS... *ping* ...PRESSURE STABILIZED, WELCOME ABOARD.
The magnetic seals open and the door reveals a tall and slender shadow in the dim service lights; the newcomer walks through the corridors, her steps echoing in the empty hallways, following the signs that direct to the bar. Once at the bar's doors, the shadow enters and is revealed at the bright and colored lights.
"Well well, I just knew something interesting was going on here..." the voice, with a barely noticeable russian accent, comes from a tall woman with dark red hair and piercing green eyes; a white leather trenchcoat reveals a well shaped body enveloped in a black padded flight suit. A hand in a fingerless glove traces tle line of the bar counter with a finger, then her inquisitive eyes look around to examine the patrons and locate the bar's owner.