Ariamis
That could have gone better. Though it was not surprising at all considering. It was unfortunate that she'd yet to be able to retrieve any of her things. It could have made things easier. Crossing her arms, Harriet watched as Abigail took off. Deal with me later? What was that supposed to mean? Her attention was drawn back to Brooks. "Yeah, sorry about that. Kind of got caught up in the moment. Wasn't expecting to see you guys here. It's just been...a really long time." Her brief solemn expression brightened again as she eventually smiled. "And I know. I'll explain everything later."
She stepped away back out into the group of strangers. Seemed Abi had made some other friends in her absence. Whether she wanted to talk to Harriet right now or not didn't crush her spirit. We are talking about over three years of being away with no contact. Not that it was her fault. At this point, after having been stranded alone for two years, any amount of company was welcome. That in mind there seemed to be a couple individuals that weren't interacting with anyone. There was a Sergal that characteristically stood much taller than herself, presumably a human off on his own that was also taller, and one other whose species she couldn't make out from the armor. On the note of armor, Harriet was noticeably lacking some for this meeting. Her equipment was on the station but arrived separately.
Digressing she decided to introduce herself to the Sergal. It was somewhat surprising to see one of his kind joining the GAHL. They had a reputation for being very traditional and set in their ways. Hull running was the thing that earned them notoriety among the stars though. Not many air breathing races risked traversing the outside of a ship with little between themselves and the void. Even still they tended not to work with other races when they did things. "Hello there, you're a Sergal right? I've never heard of one joining the GAHL before. What brings you to the organization?"