Careless. SEra sat at the bar, her black environment suit reflecting little of the harsh lights, looking around through her purple facemask, her slender, yet curvy form emphasized by the outfit. She needed to get this data handed off to someone who could use it, do something with it. She couldn't, but she was in danger if anyone had found her. She didn't think they had, but she wanted to be safe, not dead. The tall girl stood up, paying for her untouched drink, then wandered into the rest of the station. Time to find a place to hide for the night. Again.