The rest of Shira's work day was fairly busy and packed. She didn't step out of her office much, but was instead confined to her desk and terminal, getting the rest of her environment set up and reading up on mech specifications. Multiple other members of the crew stopped in to say hi and introduce themselves, though Shira never quite got a chance to step out and introduce herself to the rest of the hangar and engineering crew, nor any of the pilots. Eventually, she managed to get her equipment ready for the next day's tests, and finally stumbled her way back into her room. She was exhausted, but not so much that she needed to sleep. Rather, the best way for her to recharge after a long day was to just get a drink. Someplace quiet tonight - she couldn't exactly stay up late given the importance of tomorrow, so no partying.<br/><br/>Off went the blazer, dress, and heels, and on went a simple pair of jeans, a halter top made of glowing bluish green fiber-optic thread, and black pumps. Fiber-optic in clothing was a bit of a retro look these days, from a time where more cyberpunk was more in vogue. The not-insignificant rave scene on Pioneer meant that style of clothing never quite went away, and it was a scene that Shira was an enthusiastic participant in. Though as Shira scrutinized herself in the mirror, she figured the metal arm and light-up spine meant the attire was apropos regardless of occasion or time period. And just to top it off, her left eye decided it was a good time to glow. It always seemed to respond to her subconscious more often than she liked, but it occasionally it worked in her favor.<br/><br/>"I'm bringing cyber back, aw yeah." She grinned and made fingerguns at herself in the mirror. Never take yourself too seriously, her parents had taught her. It had always been sound advice. She gave herself another once-over before stepping out. Shira was a fairly different person in the evenings outside of her work. While she was professional and calm while working to engrossed in research, it was outside of it that she really felt like she could let herself go a bit. Free from the expectations that being immersed in higher circles could bring, Shira became bubbly, energetic, and far more open. The intellectual side of her never left, but now it appeared far more organically, rather than being half a mask.<br/><br/>The city plazas were always filled with diverse sights and smells and sounds. Music from clubs, aromas from small sit-down food stalls, and an incredible amount of bustling people. The part of Pioneer Shira lived in was fairly close to the commercial areas, and the pounding music called to her, but tonight she went in the direction of quieter locales. The quieter bar she was a regular at was called<i>Mushi</i>, and it was tucked away in an alley with it's entrance up a flight of stairs on the back of a larger restaurant. It got only a little traffic, and had few regulars, but still managed to stay open. Shira loved it as a place to relax for all of those reasons, and the bartender was a close friend of hers. Shira grew wider as she walked in, the smooth jazz music setting the mood. The bar had full wooden paneling, soft warm lighting, leather seating, and actual glass, a rarity on-ship, and incredibly evocative of fancy vintage 20th century bars back on Earth. The decor was vaguely japanese, but the drinks served were of all kinds.<br/><br/>"Shira, glad to see you again. Please tell me you're not going to flirt-scare off another new client today?" The bartender behind the counter greeted Shira as she entered the bar. The wait staff even had a more vintage look to them, wearing tuxedo vests, slacks, and black gloves. Ceres had a silk ribbon tied around her neck in addition to that.<br/><br/>"Well, that depends. You planning on wingmanning for me," Shira replied as she sat down, "or am I gonna need to turbo-charge that charm? Maybe you should spruce the place up a bit, attract the fun kind of clientele." Ceres was around Shira's age, with long brown hair and dark skin, originally coming from Indonesia. Her eyes were entirely artificial, and where Shira's could look like a normal eye, Ceres's eyes were explicitly cybernetic, all black save for glowing blue pupils. Ceres spent most of her days in a lab studying atmospheric mechanics, moonlighting as a bartender. She had only started working at the bar as a part-time gig a year back, right around the time Shira started drinking there. The two women formed a quick friendship, and found in each other intellectual equals and emotional support. Much of their dynamic was simple: while Shira provided the enthusiasm, Ceres brought the snark.<br/><br/>"You don't need a wingman, you need a chastity belt. And frankly, if 'fun' clientele means more of you, then I'll do my best to make it more drab." Ceres's expression and tone was a perfect deadpan, as her glowing eyes glanced over Shira. "And<i>especially</i>if your idea of fun is a top like that. the usual today?"<br/><br/>"Not tonight, that'd be too much fun. I need to be more responsible now, more calm, more competent. So how about you give the newest addition to the Knight's Squadron engineering team a martini?"