@Brank
Lester's Diner, in orbit of Mora...
A hooded figure enters the diner, the bell swinging and ringing. A tactical utility belt is strapped on her waist, alongside a bandolier strapped from her shoulder to her chest. Customers' attention shift to the mysterious figure, as with every step comes a squeak from her leather boots. Once the people stop looking, she takes a seat on a barstool...
"Welcome to Lester's! How can I be of service to you today?"
"Ribs, make them to go. An ale would be nice as well."
"Alright - to go you said?"
She nods, looking behind her shoulder for a split second. She takes a look at the watch on her hand, as if she were waiting for somebody...
