When Cassandra turned the corner, she would see the woman in question. She was in perhaps her mid thirties, maybe once pretty, but she had a fresh layer of fat on all of her limbs, and her stomach was bulging with child. She looked positively filthy, as if she had not cleaned herself in weeks... Though her clothes appeared to be clean, in comparison. She wore a white lab coat, the bottom of it unbuttoned to allow her large girth to jut out.<br/><br/>She had grown exhausted in her short flight, and had rolled over submissively on her side, looking up to the doorway as Cassandra entered. "Ughah," she gasped, in what was perhaps a more complex grunt. After a moment, she said, "No, get out of this place!" There was a wild look in her eyes, as if all vestiges of civility and even sanity had been swept out of the airlock with the rest of her crew.