Her Nazzadi XO had found her earlier piling through reports, official supply manifests, and various other busywork that occupied the life of an officer outside of a combat environment, especially one that was just about to officially launch.<br/><br/>Tired, Natalie entered the Monkey a bit later, silently thanking that the directions she'd purloined from one of the technicians proved to be accurate. Having had to run, she hadn't had any real time to dress herself up, instead clad in her brevet jacket, undershirt, and the rather conservative skirt of the formal uniform.  Noticing immediately how warm the bar was, she stripped the jacket before glancing around to find her group, letting the top few buttons of the undershirt out in the process.<br/><br/>Spotting them across the din, she made her way to the bar and slipped a credit chip to the bartender,pointing towards the group in the process.  There were some perks of being an Ashcroft, even if one didn't call on their use very often.<br/><br/>New pilot group.  Make sure those glasses don't empty. Take a little something for yourself as well, for the... trouble.<br/><br/>She smiled and then turned back over to the table, making her way through the other off duty personnel to the table her unit had picked out, and silently cursing herself for not taking the time to dress up.  Key was just drooling sex all over the bar and Ethnia, while more conservative, still put on a good sight.  Stifling her jealousy at her XO, she came up with a smile.<br/><br/>So! I managed to find the place. Sorry I didn't manage to dress for the event.