There is a sudden flurry of movement around the doorway, with old salts and off-duty starmen alike scrambling to get out of the way.  A tall and slender Siamese, wearing a peculiar little half-cape over some sort of uniform, has pushed the door open and is calmly scanning the room as if daring someone to do something foolish.  She has a gun holstered on one hip and a sword hanging on the other.<br/><br/>After a moment she stands aside to allow another Siamese entrance--this second woman is smaller than the first, with a much less aggressive air.  She is wearing a similar outfit and bearing a roll of blue velvet cloth under one arm.  Commandeering a table, she tosses the cloth over it and then has a seat, propping up a holographic projector.  With the flick of a switch, a modest sign appears overhead.  It reads:<br/><br/><div align="center">Now Accepting Applications</div>[/glow]