Abida frowned, looking down at her clothing. It was the clothing common to those of the Akkad system. "You don't have to be a fashion cunt, do you?" Abida asked with a bit of a angry tone. "Apologies, I don't really own a lot of clothing more accustomed to those of the Imperium." Abida shrugged and grabbed her side bag from the table by her bed and then plopped down on it. She sighed for a moment then rolled over unto her back and looked up at the ceiling.<br/><br/>Abida spent a good minute laying on her bed thinking, staring up at the ceiling lights in an almost blank expression of thought. "I don't suppose you like dancing?" she asked, somewhat offended by the woman's joking comments about her dress.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>