Autumn fixed the drunkard with a pointed stare, the barest hints of her pearlescent fangs visible behind her curled lips. "Not my profession drifter, perhaps you should try the vixens near the ship docks."
A quick survey of the nearly abandoned corridor showed it mostly empty, the only points of interest the Haglin's emergency exit, a cracked plasti-crete air vent cover hanging by a single twisted screw on the far wall from it, and one inebriatied local who had sorely mistaken her identity.
Satisfied the area was suitable she spun about and headed into the establishment, pausing long enough to locate the appropriate table from a nearby employee. "Secure the exits of any place before you enter." Old advice that had kept her alive on Black Water station, and served her well ever since; some may call it paranoia, she called it situational awareness.
It seemed another was already at the table, strikingly beautiful as well for a human from what she could make out under the folds of her hood. Queren's girlfriend perhaps? No, such rim world captains often had mates that were rougher around the edges, this one seemed to be a traveler, perhaps a religious savior judging by her off white robe. One of many such types who frequented the rim, promising spiritual salvation for a fist full of credit chits.
Giving a brief nod to the lady Autumn set down next to her, placing her back firmly against the wall and subtly unsnapping the holster fasten to the hand cannon secured on her right hip as she adjusted her one-piece thigh length maroon dress.
Leaning forward slightly she gently sniffed at the woman, taking in her scent for a moment before she spoke, as was proper when greeting new people. She voiced a simple greeting, keeping her tone low and soft, the faint drifter station accent still visible depsite all her years away from Black Water station. "I am Autumn Shadow, Captain Queren has sought my services as ship mechanic and leverage provider, a pleasure to share territory and sustenance with you this eve."