Former Lieutenant Katarina Serkova seemed just as ill at ease as the Navigator had moments before, leaned against one of the pillars with a drink in one hand, the other draped under her arm as she stared out at the<del>fools</del>people dancing around the floor.  Her gaze was particularly disinterested, and even leaning, there was an obvious light of military service in her stance, in the way her eyes flicked this way and that, and in the way she seemed to tense ever so slightly any time anyone came near her.<br/><br/>This sort of event didn't normally draw her in, but apparently her time of loyal service to the Imperial Guard had caught someone's attention, and she'd received an invite to the event.  Still, she wanted whatever it was that was in store to be over with, so that she could finally look forward to (hopefully) spending more than a few days out in the black.  When she'd signed up for the Guard, it had been a spur of the moment decision, a desire to get away from the people she'd been around her whole life growing up, a hunger for something new.<br/><br/>Now, though, being planetside had finally begun to take its toll.  She felt the pull, the call, beckoning her to launch herself out into the darkness.  She sighed, shifting as her gaze ran over the gathering once more.  She caught a glimpse of someone who looked to possibly be a Navigator, but that wasn't quite enough to get her to brave the main floor.  She continued to lean on the pillar, shaking her head with a quiet grumble as she was jostled from the side by one of the other guests moving back onto the floor.<br/><br/>"By the Emperor, I wish they'd hurry up," she muttered, finishing off the glass in her hand.  "Sooner I get off this rock, the better I'll feel."