Magenta was just clambering out of her car when some idiot bashed it with his door. "Aw, great!" She muttered. She was already late, she should have been aboard an hour ago, but her stupid girlfriend had thrown another tantrum and told her she wouldn't be there when she got back. The perfect start to the day. That and the traffic on the freeway, then getting into the port... and now this!<br/><br/>She was about to yell when she saw the other driver climb out. Gods and goddesses, why was it always the pretty ones? "Uh that's okay, I ... uh... don't think there's any damage..." She slid around the back of her BMW coupé and had a look. "Well, nothing that a can of paint won't cure. Look, I'm kinda late, if you're okay with it, let's just call it one of those things, okay?"<br/><br/>Saying that Mags moved to the back of her car, opened the trunk and lifted her case out. She picked up her uniform jacket and shrugged it on, then her cap. She realised this was a bad move too late. Now she was suddenly a member of the ship's crew, not just an anonymous person in the parking garage. Anyone heading for the same ship was going to ask her for directions, and she was already soooo late! "Look, I really must go. I'm so late if I was any later they'd leave without me..."