<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MuD1Gx8.jpg)</div><strong>Jenika Xiaming (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313925.msg15194657#msg15194657)</strong><hr/><br/>Jenika was not the first to enter the room, and she probably also wasn't the first person who decided she was not particularly interested in watching the wind sculpt the sand dunes or the occasional passage of aircraft up and down the landing strips.  She had chosen to leave her somewhat comfier civvies in her duffel bag, carefully tucked beneath her seat on the bench, its strap looped mindfully around one ankle as a gentle anti-theft suggestion; for the moment, she was in military-style fatigues, overshirt unbuttoned for the heat, though the green and brown camouflage pattern was hilariously out of place in the desert they were currently at.<br/><br/>The options were thin.  Entertain herself somehow? (Possible, not likely to last for long.)  Meditate? (Not safe to let her guard down here.) Or chance interaction with others?<br/><br/>Ultimately, one won over the others.  Jenika let herself start feeling her way into the conversation as the others began feeling things out.  "Jenika," she said, nodding respectfully to the other two women.  "'Mechwarrior, signals analyst.  We must all at least be somewhat down on our luck, to come this far out on a contract this peculiar, ne?"