Beyond the loading dock, just after the primitively armed woman had entered, the sound of sirens would wail in from outside, police cutters, passing by. It might be a pirate station... but some degree of order and law was required for the place to function, else the clientele would take their business elsewhere, to places where legitimately illicit business could be conducted free of fear over getting gunned down in a random shooting street-gang shooting or such. Though, a trained ear might pick out that there were quite a few of them, a half dozen at leased, maybe even more. Evidently someone had pissed the pirate lords off... or done something massively against the rules of conduct and were powerful enough to warrant such a response.<br/><br/>A few moments after the sirens faded into the distance, the security panel would crackle in a most unhealthy manner, then click from LOCKED to UNLOCKED, before flickering offline. The door would slowly wedge open, as a pair of suited, but feminine fingers worked their way in, then push the doer open. A moment later, a young, blue haired woman in a mostly white bodysuit would back in through the door, her attention entirely focused on the direction that the sirens had went. After shed squeezed herself in, she pushed the door shut and did something to the panel, causing it to turn back on and re-lock. Sighing and letting herself slump alittle in relief, she turned around and noticed the other people in the in the loading dock for the first time. she carried a backpack, and seemed unarmed, aside from the oddly designed pistol jutting up from her left side, under her shoulder.<br/><br/>She blushed as if embarrassed, and bowed hastily, speaking as she rose, a kind smile on her lips, “Pleasure to meet you all, I apologize for my intrusion. My name is Nell” her head tilted to one side, “So what are we doing?” she asked innocently.