Things hadn't exactly been going the greatest for Mariko Sumaragi as usual. The meek girl had moved near the port a year previous in order to escape her stressful life back home, though she seemed to have just jumped from the frying pan and into the fire. While the Falaknuma colony wasn't as socially stressful as Osaka, economically it was a different matter. While she had a promising resume of decent degrees, she wasn't very fit for the life of a dock worker. Mariko usually worked on broken equipment, but (un)fortunately, they didn't happen often enough. The meek girl suddenly stumbled upon a recruitment booth for some sort of ship. She was about to ask about how to join, though she kept quiet as the woman who appeared to be in charge was speaking to someone. Of the many things Mariko could do, having a great presence wasn't one of them.