<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.cc/v1n2jvf7l/Space_Bun.png)</div>Fio sighed with relief when the docking clamps finally locked on to the Honeypot's hull. "Well. That's one step down. Now lets see about getting rid of this hot potato so we can stop worrying about it."<br/><br/>Ana flounced onto the bridge carrying the rest of the captain's uniform. Fio stood and stretched before reluctantly accepting the offered clothing. "Alright. Everybody's on shore leave, but don't just flop around. Get the lay of the place, see if you can spot any good deals on supplies, and stay out of trouble."<br/><br/>While the others went about their business, Fio took a moment to shoot an encrypted message off to one of her old friends still in the Space Patrol, letting them know there was a Duchess class battle-cruiser wandering around the frontier. She made sure to note that they didn't seem to be looking for a fight (at least, not any more than was normal for the Wracks) but they might want to keep an eye on it anyway.<br/><br/>After that, she checked through some of her old files, skimmed the local news, and then headed out into the station to start rustling up some opportunities.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Activating both Marketing and Acumen. <br/>Fio goes to find a <strong>Secretive</strong> market, and checks on "What is profitably exploitable here?"<br/></div></div>