Salinas was more awestruck then any other emotion. The Ironclad was a work of engineering genius unmatched by anything she had previously seen with her own two eyes. The invite coin alone struck her, at a moment when she was wondering how she would provide her next meal, her resume and application and won her this precious invite. An opportunity Salinas was never going to let go. Though Salinas did forgo the Ligthers and flew in her own craft, what would seem like a tiny bird compared to the massive Ironclad. Once docked she removed her helmet and took the time to brush her hair and use a hand mirror to reapply makeup and ensure she looked her best. Fresh crimson lipstick, mascara, the things of class or at least what she thought was class. She had on her best pair of pants, a fine black leather pair that went down to her knees, and she wore a white button up collared shirt. Of course the leather jacket with patches and insignia from her homeworld didn't exactly help her radiate class, but it was as close as she could afford to get.<br/><br/>As Salinas walked the halls, the long corridors with the artful decorations in each vaulted space, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. This ship was practically its own kingdom, its own fortress in the stars. Eventually she made it the command center, or what was now a fine dining hall. Seeing the endless wine, and food and the legions of people who were gathered in the hall gave her moments of pause and anxiety. Salinas would mingle for a few minutes, going from group to group wondering just where the ships captain was. The woman she would have to make a good impression on was all Salinas could really think on. She would explain Nazcan customs to people she mingled with, occasionally pulling off her jacket and raising her shirt to reveal a stylized Jaguar tattoo on back. Her Upper Gothic obviously sounding rather accented and sometimes missing key words. It was then the outworlder began to seriously worry about her chances. Her speech being fairly poor, would the captain understand a word she said? As one of the nearly flawless servants passed by she took some of the wine and sipped a glass of amasec hoping to calm herself and relax. Her cheeks showing the characteristic rosy hue, though it did little to help her actual language barrier, it did however make her now no longer care about it. "Yes, I was born under sign of the Jaguar, You know the Jaguar as Saint Praxides." Some people finding her quaint, others finding her lacking and difficult to understand. Whatever the case, Salinas tried her best to fit in and look around for any sign of the captain.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>