<div align="center"><strong>-=that same unknown element – Eavesdown Docks, Persephone – debating options=-</strong></div><br/>If someone were paying her any attention, the girl had too fair of skin and was too small of stature too fit in here. Her camouflage, now lessened by the boots and hat, was reduced to a ridiculous and unfinished costume. It no longer did enough to hide her inappropriate nature. She’d been recently starved from necessity but still showed those softening curves, marking her a voluptuous woman under her filthy jumpsuit. Even her face, smeared with grime and covered with sweat-stuck dust, was out of place, her lips too pouted and naturally flushed red, her eyes wide when lifted. Of course, she was doing her best to remain unnoticed and hardly ever looked up into another’s eyes.<br/><br/>Keeping close to the digital display, she allowed her eyes to skim each announcement, noting every arrival and intended departure with calculation behind her innocent eyes. Discarding certain options for better ones, she keep a running tally of those ships likely to be most convenient to slip aboard. Not like she had any credits to spare. She’d already been lucky once – why not try that gambit again? Stowing away wasn’t so hard so long as there were no surprises. The crew announced their intended destination, it displayed on the vids nearby, she found the right craft depending on its size/style/purpose and chose the place furthest from her point of origin. Next, just find a way to slip on board… yeah, that could take a little doing. Then there was the finding a place to hide and be secure for the ride. So long as the ship stayed in good repair, made the destination in an approximate gauge of time, kept all its seals and a modicum of gravity, didn’t get ‘pulled over’ by Alliance or Reavers, and didn’t blow up or run out of air… hm… lots of chances there to mess up. Anyway, it worked before!<br/><br/>Now, which ship, which destination? First option; the Mantis class heavy hauler with removable rear cargo pod – going long, headed for St. Albans. Probably full of winter-friendly supplies or heavy machinery parts for mining. Lots of room but no good place to hide, and certainly not for days on end – she was still hungry now. It needed to be a shorter run, trusting to luck on the other side to give her something to eat. Besides, she had nothing to wear against the wintry landscape there. No matter that it would get her a hop, a skip and a jump away, she would be less likely to survive on the planet once safely down than on others.<br/><br/>The second option; no real option there – the Hornet class fast courier. Not enough space to hide in that slim little racer. The crew compliment was full and a single body could inspect and clean the interior tip to tail inside six hours. Besides, it was going the wrong direction.<br/><br/>The third option; the Osprey class mid-bulk transport – something she wasn’t already familiar with. The alien twin-tail assembly made it look more like a classic Earth-that-was Chinese kite… not that she knew what that would look like. Images of brilliantly orange and yellow deltas diving through a blue sky startled her. A spear of pain lanced through her head and she cringed, blinking, losing her place on the scrolling screen, thinking to herself, ‘Where did that come from?’ Fluttering her lashes, she took a few breaths and steadied herself, her feet sweating slightly as they heated up on the metal platform. "Ai yah tien ah, that was weird. Nope, no Osprey for me."<br/><br/>She felt the headache coming on dully, spreading across the inside of her skull. Funny, she’d just got a little meat into her stomach and now she needed sugar? Maybe it was a need for fluids. Curse it, her head hurt! She curled a little, one hand pressing fingertips hard against her brow, massaging the pain away… a little.<br/>