She drops the magazine back on the stack before standing to exchange pleasantries. Amorphous as Dralasites were, Ophelie couldn't tell much about their would-be employer as the trio followed the alien into his office and took seats at the row of chairs neatly laid out in front of the short desk. There was no sense of Vostock or his office trying to be anything other than a what it was though, so she could only assume that this was the sort of legitimate job offering that a corporation could afford to be public.<br/><br/>Ophelie smoothed the seat of her pants before taking a seat between the human and the yazirin. Since coming to the Frontier, there had been little need in her life for nice clothing; she intended to keep what presentable clothing she had in as good a condition as she could. Even at the fringes of known space in the age of interstellar travel, looking like a million bucks never lost its value.<br/><br/>"What is the job?" She asked, resting one knee on top of the other, deciding to be as straightforward as Vostock was.