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</a>Saersha’s pale turquoise eyes scanned the streets of the urban landscape. It was so unlike her home planet, sprawling with natural life growing from the ground with abandon. And yet, the city still felt familiar, as the signs glowed brightly in the night sky with a similarity to the bioluminescence that shone brilliantly with the flora and fauna that populated home. Even her own horns, eyes, and freckles held the same brilliance whenever she walked beneath the twinkling of the stars. That little detail only made things that much easier for her to adjust. Still, it would be a long journey for her so far away from everything she once held dear.<br/><br/>The lunarian strode up to the club that had just opened for the night...or perhaps was about to open? She had been told by a local that this was the place to be at this time of night, though she was never given details as to the sort of establishment it was. Either way, she needed a place to work, and a place to stay, even if only temporarily, and apparently The Radius had both.<br/><br/>So, she peeked her head through the door and saw there were already a couple of people. Neither seemed like they worked there. Then again, how would she know? Do the workers have uniforms or name tags? Or was the dress casual? Either way, she slid in a few steps and closed the door behind her, the luminous markings upon her navy skin seeming to almost camouflage her in the neon-lit lounge. Only the plain clothes she wore over her lithe body would give away the fact that a person was standing there, besides the eeriness of her eyes looking like two round lit orbs of neon that seemed to move separately from the rest of the lights.<br/><br/>Those same orbs would eventually fall onto the bar, where she’d find a stool to rest on until somebody of authority popped into her view.