The subject of leadership struck a chord with the ambiance of the room, almost as if a bell had been tolled, prompting the curt arrival of an aged gunboat. It nimbly cut through the nebula, processed its clearance codes with the control tower and began mooring procedures. Dressed in at least somewhat suitable attire for the occasion, Okamura had arrived albeit fashionably late and apparently with a plus one in the form of one of the Captains. Regardless of the potential optics, her presence here was only out of the most cautious reluctance, so as to ensure the standard-bearer, despite his best intentions, didn't insult anybody potentially useful. To this end she was by his side, observant of the crowd that had assembled prior to their arrival, her wisdom over the social domain and its nuances was something Okamura would by all means defer to.