Key arrived not long after Ethnia, she was wearing a haltertop that exposed about as much skin as it was legally possible to do so, her midriff, most of her back and shoulders, and it sported a oval cleavage window in the front. Next came a loin-cloth style skirt that consisted of knee-length strips in the front and back, curving out to join narrowly at the waist, leaving the outside of her legs and hips entirely bare, and a pair of heels to bottom out the outfit. The sparse clothing made it painfully obvious she wasnt wearing underwear, and was pitch white, close enough to her skin tone that one might have mistook her for nude at a glance. In other worlds, typical nazzadi attire. The only thing thats stood out was a armband she wore, which marked her as a Parapsychic Empath, her talent was benign, so she didnt<em>have</em>to wear a band like those who were possessed of more destructive talents, but apparently it was rude not to inform people you were a Empath, and shed long ago tired of opening everything conversation with 'Hello, I am a Empath' so this was just easier.<br/><br/>She had invited the other pilots, being the second in command of the unit, she knew the mecha pilots well enough not to be unduly concerned that they might react negatively to her appearance, she even managed to track down the new CO and invite her too. So they would turn up in time, or they wouldnt. In the mean time, she slipped into the circular bench-seat the curved around the table, and shuffled over until she was on one side of Ethnia, and gave her a kiss on the neck in greeting, “Hi there Ethnia, how are you?” she asked pleasantly.