Shay tapped her fingers against the table as she looked quietly through the window towards the ship. Her black hair was tied up behind her head as a pink ribbon kept it locked in place. Her hazel eyes shifted their attention back to the small electronic terminal in front of her as she idly glanced through the various information the Zanatelle starbase had to offer. Her faded black jacket clung to her body as the buttons remained left open, never truly intending to be buttoned up. her white strapless top was visible from the opening of the jacket as her large cleavage managed to show off rather well for those peeping eyes to see. A rather simple pair of long black pants clung comfortably to her frame as only a few pockets lined around the shape of her body. A simple black belt rested around her waist with a oval shaped silver belt buckle kept it tight around her body, despite her pants fitting firmly enough to not warrant needing the extra security to keep them in place. A light thumping noise could be heard as she tapped her toes against the ground in her black boots. It wasn't exactly the most fashionable approach, though she had no real reason to dress up to begin with. It functioned perfectly fine with her and worked well for giving her flexibility and comfort she found herself use to, not to mention the various hidden knives it allowed her to carry for those unsuspecting it.<br/><br/>Six hours of shore leave seemed like such a long time to spend. Her attachment to the vessel was something she had found to be stronger then she could ever imagine when she had agreed to pool together the funding to purchase it. While she had once viewed it as a bit run down and lacking on features in the past, now that it was owned in part by her, she viewed it as if it was some sacred place. It was her golden ticket to a new life that she wanted nothing more then to take and run off with for as long as possible. She worked nimbly through the terminal as she checked upon the particular status of the ship noting that the refueling was currently taking place. She let out a soft sigh as she forced herself to stand up and walk away from the computer.  The door before her slid open quickly as she walked out into the hallway. She walked calmly forward as her eyes glanced around looking curiously about. It could be such a hassle to find work at times. Jobs seemed to be few and far between. Their ship wasn't exactly the newest in the fleet, so having limited funding could be very risky should any little parts go wrong. As soon as one thing was fixed and upgraded to be fresh and new, something else always seemed to falter. Even with those little problems, the ship itself was in rather good working condition for its age. While it might be out-dated, it was built at the time of production to last.<br/><br/>The twenty-one year old wandered into the bar quietly as her eyes glanced around. It seemed oddly rather well refined for a bar. She spotted Alyx from the corner of her eye. She walked casually over towards the bar as she sat down. While it might be nice to say something to her partner, when it came to business it would work best to keep some distance. Having two people together often deterred people away from doing business. There would be individuals who would more likely approach him due to his more rugged appearance and be detracted from her. She could have her own 'assets' to her advantage as well as she kept a calm and collective appearance behind her. She didn't order any particular drink as she waved the bartender off. She wasn't much of a drinker herself. When it came to her work, being under the influence wasn't very ideal. She could take a few drinks, but ideally she avoided it to prevent clumsy slip ups it could cause. She kept still remaining as she was as she sat at the bar rather calmly. If luck might come to her she might end up snagging a job, or at the very least a free drink.