"Knights Squadron, you say?" Ceres slid a martini to Shira, complete with an olive and sugar-frosted rim. "So your journey as a corporate lackey has taken an upturn, I see."<br/><br/>Shira made a face at Ceres in reply, and sipped her drink. "Yeah well, staying alive ended up being a good incentive. Besides, the work is good, and I'm developing some interesting stuff. Oh yeah, and guess what? I get to work with-"<br/><br/>Shira cut herself off as Kaz took a seat nearby. "Well, speak of the devil. Ceres, meet my new co-worker, Kaz Markin, ace pilot. Mr. Markin, this is Ceres." Ceres served Kaz his bourbon, her glowing eyes scanning him - possibly literally, as Shira turned to face him. "And you can just call me Shira, we're not at work. If this place is a hodge-podge, then I suppose my outfit fits right in, hmm?"<br/><br/>Shira glanced at Ceres, almost hopefully, but Ceres just returned a blank expression in response, and moved on to helping another customer. Shira pouted and sent her a sour face to retort.<br/><br/>"But in all seriousness, I'm kind of a fan of this kind of fashion. You're right in saying that my usual preferences are more lively, but really, this is the only bar I'm a regular at." Shira sipped her martini as she looked over Kaz again, but more closely than this morning. He seemed more relaxed, not as tense as earlier. "You're looking a bit more casual yourself, though I'd say that outfit fits a more quiet place like this. What brings you out here?"