(I have a few more minutes of break, as I finish stuffing myself with burrito.)<br/>(Badass Kylie with sick glasses! Go!)<br/><br/>Kylie had gotten a long period of free time after her last failed mission, her team had suffered a bunch of casualties, three had gotten cremated by nano-transen forces, one stayed behind with the nuke but was not reported dead or alive and the last was lucky to be under her care, but he didn't seem to enjoy floating through space for 5 hours without his helmet... Err... He kinda got purple and she decided it would be best to push off him.<br/><br/>Though, she cared little, only one had been of her own race anyways, the others she hated. She couldn't get her mind off of them though, even as she pushed open the doors to the bar gently with her left paw, a odd looking implant in it. She silently stepped in, her mechanical eyes clicking as they assisted her broken vision into focus. Without any other sounds, she sat in one of the stools in the front of the bar.