Ji'Nisa didn't need much in the way of prompting as the ship settled into a landing pad inside the thankfully-controlled environment of the landing bay. As she set foot outside it was unfortunately clear one couldn't quite keep the smell out of the air entirely. Her nose wrinkled as she tried not to breathe it in.<br/><br/>She looked about. A spaceport was a spaceport no matter where you went. People, ships, and, unfortunately, at least two white-armored stormtroopers. They didn't worry her. The conscripted types never did. It was the officers she worried about.