Chloe found explored her surroundings with a kind of detached interest, not really noticing the looks she got. She decided that her attire was likely inappropriate or out of place, something she resolved to fix at her first opportunity.<br/><br/>It didn't really occur to her that she might be a target, though she'd known that there was a firefight of some kind the idea that she could be attacked really wasn't in her mind, mostly because the prospect wouldn't have concerned her anyway. She realized how far she'd walked, finding herself face to face with a dead-end. She wondered about the logic of the station's design if one could find a dead-end without reaching the exterior hull, but still not being inside any confined space. She realized exactly what the structure was, it was a building gap, an alley. Alleys were pointless, and deceptive, especially on board a space station. If anything, she would've expected a maintenance hatch, though she didn't find even that.<br/><br/>She didn't have to turn back around to know there were two humans behind her. Two men, both armed. She did, turn, guaging them quite rapidly. Strong, for humans, and unskilled with a single-edged weapon their grips told her that. Not that their skill level really mattered. She was about to speak, watching them advance slowly. However, her wrist, suddenly circled by a kind of holographic ring, told her that her ship had been relayed a meeting point for the envoys, a club named Afterlife. She was mildly confused, though she was snapped out of that by a knife suddenly pressed to her neck. One man had circled her while she looked to her wrist. The other had switched his knife-hand, obviously wanting his dominant hand for some other activity. She was almost flattered that they'd mistaken her for human. She supposed that her limbs did look like something a human might have as a low-quality prosthetic, but her limbs were actually form following function, as their looking human obviously hadn't been the first concern in mind.<br/><br/>She casually broke the hold from the man behind her turning toward him, and hoisting him up by his neck, one-handed. Not really a feat for her, given the nature of her body, but then, it must've seemed more impressive from their point of view.<br/><br/>She felt a knife slide between her ribs, though she didn't let go of the man she was holding.<br/><br/>"What the fuck!" yelled the other one, letting out what had probably been his first instinct. She felt him left go of the knife, and she dropped the man in her hand, turning to the other. He was running, she let him. The knife itself seemed to be her first concern, nevermind the angry, and scared man, still with a knife on the ground at her feet.<br/><br/>She reached back, pulling it out, and dropping it. She walked away, ignoring the cursing coming from behind her. The wound had already closed, though to call it a wound was generous. The attack was really only a little bit more evidence of exactly what kind of station she was on. She resolved that she would have to go to the Afterlife soon, given that anything that involved more than a knife could get very loud, and disruptive.<br/><br/>With  her link to her ship, and the ship's link to the station it only took a fraction of a second to look up the location of the meeting, she was glad it was in a club, she'd been dying for a drink since she'd arrived. It wasn't necessary for her to breathe, or eat, or drink, but she could do all three, and above all she enjoyed drinking. Nothing in particular, water was one of her favourite drinks, though more complicated drinks were sometimes more interesting.<br/><br/>Entering Afterlife, she found herself a table. She was rather impressed with the club, far more than with the station. It seemed to have a genuine aesthetic appeal.<br/>