Everyone seemed to be moving. Patrons, merchants, businessmen, traders, travelers; even the aimless few with no agenda flowed with the traffic up and down the cooridor. The steady stream of pedestrians drifted past, taking no notice of the small woman leaning casually back against the wall.<br/><br/>Beside her was an old, worn, and faded backpack, slumped against her leg as she watched the stream of people- interrupted only by the occasional glance at the tech on her wrist. A softly glowing yellow light on its face suddenly turned to a bright green, and the mostly inconspicuous woman scooped her bag off the floor and slipped into the crowd.<br/><br/>She all but disappeared among the throng until a few moments later, when she emerged and drifted down a more abandoned cooridor. Her eyes followed a set of piping on the ceiling, and at the fork in the path, she took the right branch to remain with it, picking up her pace when she laid eyes on the information terminal. In one fluid motion, she dipped a hand into the bag, and withdrew a device, only to begin splicing her own tech with the panel before her. She cast a wary glance or two over her shoulder, making sure she wasn't observed, and worked her fingers furiously over the touchscreens. A few taps and a smirk, she gave a satisfied sigh and lifted her wrist to her mouth.<br/><br/>"Itō to Tess. You there?"<br/><br/>There was a crackle over the frequency and a click before a female voice responded,<span style="font-style: italic">"we hear you, Naomi. Good news?"</span><br/><br/>"You're clear." She confirmed with confidence and pride dripping off of her tone.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Copy that. See you on the other side."</span>and with that, the frequency clicked off.<br/><br/>Naomi hovered at the panel only a few moments more, double checking the readings before she stooped to snag her bag and sweep back down the corridor the way she'd come- leaving the modified piece of tech she'd interlaced with the panel dangling at the console. Her part in all of this was done. It was time to stroll casually back to the ship, careful not to draw attention to herself, and wait for her share of the reward.<br/><br/>Or rather, that's what she was supposed to do. Go back, secure the ship, and wait. But curiosity was too delicious to ignore, particularly when she had time to kill and nothing to fill it with. Whatever the rest of the merc gang was doing,  Naomi knew she had a little bit of time before they came rushing back to the ship with booty in hand. So, instead of wasting time watching the seconds tick by, Naomi set a timer and began to wander and watch...