Sister sat at the table, tapping at the console that was strapped to her left arm as she listened to Ren make his pitch.  Her hood was back, the plain mask she wore while performing her function laid  in front of her.  She looked young, her skin still smooth and unblemished, her silvery white hair was cut short, well off of her shoulders.  Still, with Androids you could never really be sure, and while she made a fairly passable impression of a human being, in the harsh light of the office her lack of tiny imperfections and the smoothly articulated motion of her joints made her seem a little bit more doll-like.  There was a slight whirr and a click, as she tipped her head back, looking towards the other people who’d been drawn in for this little opportunity, her eyes gray and slightly reflective in a way that suggested a camera lens.<br/><br/>“15% is a competitive offer.” She offered, a bit uncertain, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “Until we get a look at the station, I won’t know what kind of investment it’ll need to get up and running again.  I can probably get the critical systems up and going though … and, if it’s junked, the salvage should be enough to justify the trip.”<br/><br/>She scrolled through the data the company was offering regarding their initial scans of the station, and the resources that we supposed to be planetside.<br/><br/>“Still, you’d definitely want to go armed.  Derelicts like this sometimes get used as ports for pirates and outlaws.  We might have to enforce our claim.” She looked back over towards Ren, blinking strictly for affect, “What kind of vessel is LHC holding aside for this expedition?” her voice held steady and inquisitive, the somewhat dull inflection of her kind on display.  Still, anyone sitting on her end of the table might see the way  she’d shifted forward in her seat, one foot crossed over the heel of the other which balanced on the ball, her knee slightly bobbing.  Despite the austere impression of her stark white vestments, she was bouncing at the prospect of the contract like an excited child.