Chloe stepped through the hatch once it had opened, greeted by the unpleasantness of the interior of the Omega Station. A Var upbringing gave her a sense of everything that was lacking in the station. Var ships, and stations always optimized the combination of form and function, here, there was only function, form seemed forgotten in the mad scrabble to get things done.<br/><br/>She breathed deeply, unconsciously testing the air, that she technically didn't need to breathe, but breathing was a sign of life in most species, and so she did it anyway, despite the fact that the air quality wasn't ideal either. She told herself not to criticise, but she'd found that it was difficult not to, even if she'd never mention such petty things to the locals.<br/><br/>She didn't have any particular appreciation for the station as she'd seen it thus far, but she couldn't complain, it was the most unpleasant place she'd ever been, though that was probably because minimum standards always depend on the race that views them.