Milenya was startled out of her musing as the door chimed. She heard the Salarian's words,<span style="color: YellowGreen">"It's Doctor Beruut, the ship's medic. We haven't been introduced... is this a bad time?"</span><br/><br/>She slid off her bunk, barely having time to stand up. She hadn't yet initialized the lock function, and so the door opened after a brief delay.<br/><br/>She looked at the Salarian, noting his posture and general bearing. Unlike many, most, of the people aboard, his general body language didn't seem to indicate the degree of unconscious hostility that had been putting her on edge.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">"Dr. Beruut Maleron, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dr. I must say, its been some time since I've had the privilege to be in the company of another intellectual. Though, I am surprised that a Doctor of Archaeological Applied Science from the Armali University would be on Omega. May I ask how you came to be on this station?"</span><br/><br/>She shook his hand, and gestured him towards the lone chair.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I'm pleased to meet you, Doctor Maleron. Please, sit. It's as comfortable a chair as it could be for its size, and where it's been procured from. I'm glad someone looked at my credentials. The captain dismissed me out of hand when we met. If I hadn't mistakenly sent him the unexpurgated version of my resume portfolio, I'm not sure I would be aboard."</span><br/><br/>She settled on her bunk again, tucking her legs under herself; the bunk had barely enough clearance to sit upright, and half-reclining was more comfortable.<span style="color: #6495ED">"As for how I got here, well. It's a long story, involving a run of bad luck, poorly timed investments, misjudged reading of interpersonal corporate politics, and a woman who was kind enough to agree to take me under her tutelage."</span><br/><br/>She glanced at the blacked out oval cylinder.<span style="color: #6495ED">"We came to Omega a time or two, for business deals, and I thought I'd come here after my indenture ended. It seemed safe enough; I hadn't considered the degree of security she'd arranged for before each trip. Another miscalculation, but not a completely dangerous one. So, I find myself aboard this merry vessel of cheer and sunshine. Which reminds me, I probably should take my multi-species paramedic refresher. I have a feeling that combat may occur, if what the captain said was true."</span><br/><br/>She shrugged, and then looked at Beruut again.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Do you know, the captain completely failed to give me his name? I still don't know it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>