It was nothing short of hilarious.<br/><br/>Kaz Markin, ace pilot, having flown dozens of ops without ever being shot down and he couldn't read a damn map to save his life. Hopeless lost, he actually had to ask strangers how to get to<i>Mushi</i>, as it seemed to be one of the few places in the city where one could enjoy a quiet drink without having to deal with loud patrons, loud music, and loud machinery. But after several failed attempts and after the help of others, he finally found the right alley. It was odd to him that an establishment would choose the most obscure and difficult-to-find locale to place a business, but regardless of the reasoning and the logic behind it, he had finally found the bar. Kaz climbed the stairs slowly, sliding his hand along the side of the building. Tactile contact with objects in space reminded Kaz where he was in the universe. It anchored him in the real world, in real time, and gave him a sense of stability. He didn't have that feeling in space, where he moved with his mech through a void where weight meant nothing.<br/><br/>He opened the door and stepped inside, breathing in the ambiance and observing the scenery as he always did. Instinct told him to look at those who were already present, then look for the exits. He didn't get to the latter, however, for sitting in the amalgamation of jazz, booze, and Eastern culture was a woman with a jacket that literally glowed and with a head of hair that looked all too familiar. Kaz smirked slightly and walked deeper into the room, nodding to the one whom he would learn later to be Ceres, then hailed the bartender.<br/><br/>"Fire bourbon, please," he requested, taking a seat near her but with a chair separating them.<br/><br/>"It seems like the universe is trying to force us to socialize, Dr. Brigandy. That, or you are just really unlucky." He chuckled a little, running his hand through his hair then rubbing his eyes. "Nice to see that you can leave your work behind and relax after a hard day's work. I have to admit though, with that outfit I imagine you preferring a more... lively scene. What brings you to this hodge-podge of a place?" Kaz used a light tone when speaking the words 'hodge-podge', as it was not meant to be an insult. It may have been chaotic, and sure it didn't make much sense as a single cohesive thought, but he admired that there was some variety there. It reminded him of Earth.