Luminarya Esteed had just experienced one of the greatest technological achievements that the human race had ever accomplished.  Now, despite the compelling urge to stay on the bridge and watch the shining walls that surrounded the colossus of a ship that they were riding in, she couldn't help wanting to get out of the crowds and down to the mess hall where she could get some well deserved food.  Reluctantly she pulled both of her hands away from the railing, first one, then the other, and shook them a bit to get rid of the tingling feeling as blood rushed back into her fingers.<br/><br/>Her left arm was bruised in two places now, the shoulder, and the wrist.  Truth be told neither of the bruises really hurt anymore, unless she actually touched them.  Which she did, curious as she was to check just how bad the bruising was.  She really didn't mind them, physical injury was obviously something that she was used to.  So, she decided to ignore them.  There were more important things to be done.<br/><br/>Luckily she was still with Mordecai.  He was able to clear a path through the crowds for her again, this time the other way.  The crowds were dispersing anyway, but this made it much easier for her to keep from being crushed between people or otherwise trampled. So rather than concentrating on keeping herself alive, she was able to think about what she was going to do now.  If memory served, these big dinner events were usually formal, requiring nice clothing, at least a proper uniform.<br/><br/>So that meant her old fashioned work clothing would be out of place, and they probably wouldn't let her in.  She followed Mordecai through the crowds, figuring that the Rear Admiral would follow along if he wanted to accompany them.  After they were free of the bulk of the crowd she started walking a little faster, so she could get up next to Mordecai. "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">I'm pretty sure these dinner events are formal, so they probably won't let me in dressed like this.  I'm gonna head back to my room and see if I can't scrounge up a proper uniform, or something else that I'd be allowed to wear in there.  I'll meet you guys there when I'm done.</span>" she explains, before trotting off into the crowd.<br/><br/>Now the only issue was remembering where her room was.  A bit of traversing and memory searching brought her back to her quarters, where she opened the door, passing her hand quickly over the keypad and heading inside.  Judging by the pile of things on the opposite bed, she guessed that she had been assigned a roommate. All of her own sparse belongings were stored in a simple footlocker that she had stashed at the foot of her bed, which she knelt down to rifle through. She now regretted the speedy and messy way that she'd packed up her belongings.  She'd probably be there for a little while.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>