Elektra climbed out of the cramped Bayonet and took a step forward into the cold hangar. She stretched a little and took a quick look around. What a dump, and why is it so damn cold in here?
Moving with purpose towards the door and not wanting to waste time filling in forms she shot a harsh glare towards the approaching dockmaster and continued on her way, rolling her eyes at a nearby group of junkers organizing a pile of salvage. Maybe the bar will be alright, I shouldn't get my hopes up.
She stepped through the door and took in her surroundings, the smell of tobacco with a sweet undertone of cardamine greeted her nostrils, luring her into the otherwise dank and dreary room. The bartender beckoned her over with a smile and a nod.
Hey, you're new here aren't you? I work for the junkers. I... Erm... Yes?
I don't own the alcohol, but I have an understanding with the people who do. Erm... Sorry, What? I was wondering if you could do me a favour?
Let me take a look at your ID. Huh? What ID?
Ok, everything seems to be in order. What can I do for you?
Elektra blinked, puzzled by the man's strange behaviour. "So... Where was I? Oh yeah, this is what's going to happen..."