Alythras held Jiljoo close, clinging to a comfortable, familiar presence after the chaos of the day. She just resisted taking a kiss from her lips, deigning to instead plant one on each cheek, as was common among Zeltrons and their offword friends. An acceptable level of casual affection.<br/><br/>“Vape I missed you.”<br/><br/>“Aim... for the... center of mass... next time...”<br/><br/>Alythra half smirked, glancing over at her client. Looks like he is already on the road to recovery. "I missed you too, Kafayl Jiljoo." She indulged in the hug a moment longer, before pulling away just slightly, still holding her hands. "It is so good to see a familar face. I really must apologize for all the trouble I put the crew through."<br/><br/>The captain stood in the door, commenting on the bizarre train of events.<br/><br/>"The vehicle didn't make it out so well, but we both seem to be fine. Now at least." She took this time, then, to approach the captain and offer a formal handshake. Her skin was silken, very well tended from a life of care and pampering, and her grip was strong.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, I am afraid I cannot introduce my associate, except to say he isn't Iantho Halfri." She flashed him a stern look, for just a moment. Not that she minded anonymous hook ups, or was opposed to clients who used pseudonyms, but there was usually an understanding ahead of time that was the case. His purposeful fiction was a minor annoyance.<br/><br/>Nykei stood just outside the infirmary, arms crossed over her chest. She was glad everything seemed to work out, but she still had questions. "What was the imperial doing here?"