One thing Milenya had learned early on was that being seen going into Afterlife was a privilege, and very different from actually getting into Afterlife. While the bouncers were very active out front, the 'back door' was much easier to get through, though monitored just as vigilantly by the guards.<br/><br/>She'd changed her outfit slightly, adding the matching short skirt to the bodysuit. At her hip sat an elegant Asari-designed fashion accessory, only recognizable as a pistol in its collapsed form after careful inspection.<br/><br/>Afterlife had changed again, its character subtly shifting from hour to hour. It had picked up, becoming livelier. Half-obscured by a wall, Milenya noted a party of pirates, or maybe mercenaries. Apparently flush with credits at that, from the number of dancers at their table.<br/><br/>The rest of the crowd had changed, too. Different faces, different dresses, and the rare sight of an Asari in mismatched armor, that wasn't Eclipse or Blue Suns.<br/><br/>She shrugged, and for lack of anything better to do, found an empty seat near the celebrating mercs, and pulled out her datapad again. With a few quick touches, she linked it to her omni-tool and began browsing Omega's extranet for currently docked ships.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>