The knock caught Darya by surprise. [i]Why didn't they just press the doorbell?[/i]

Her eyebrow arched again when Violet told her to go, but she nodded.

[color=00ff66]"I'll be outside,"[/color] she said, heading towards the door as it slid open to admit a man in a three-piece velvet suit and cloak, smoking of all things an actual cigar. Her face wrinkled but she strove from frowning. Apparently this ship didn't care about their passengers polluting the atmosphere for the other people aboard.

She gave him a polite nod as he swept in, then stepped past him into the corridor, taking a position to the left.

Eyeing the corridor, she wondered just what this ship had to offer someone like herself?