Mara Aragone, Zeltron Female Noble
~ Crew Compartment Deck: Stateroom 5 ~ Mara Aragone
Female Zeltron Noble
Mara looks down the hallway left and right before approaching the door, switching her pistol to her left hand with the clutch handbag cradled in her bent elbow against her side. Stepping closer to Luka, she gives him an appreciative smile and a gentle caressing stroke of his cheek with her right hand, “Thank you, Luka.”
Leaving him be to stand watch, she palms the pressure plate of the biometric lock and her stateroom door whooshes open. Entering, the other two catch a glimpse of a room that has only a few of her belongings visible, the place is fairly neat and tidy. Her luggage and clothes are stowed properly. She sets the handbag and pistol on the desk.
Mara opens up a compartment door and removes her utility belt and the holster, swinging the end around her narrow waist to fall jauntily on curvy hips as she fastened the clasp in the front. The belt actually complements her outfit and the black matches in color to the trim and boots of her outfit. She holsters the pulse wave pistol.
Opening the closet, she pulls out the faux spacer jacket that matches the body suit. It is a smaller top, not meant to be closed in the front and the sleeves are only three quarter length, but it covers her shoulders and runs only down as far as the small of her back. The small jacket does nothing to hide her bosom at all. She flips her hair with the backs of her hands, the splayed fingers combing through the locks, to make sure it is all outside of the collar.
Reaching back into her equipment compartment, she pulls out the rest of her grenades and fills her handbag. The Zeltron woman looks to be sure all of her cosmetic essentials are still in there as well, guessing she will need them when she has time. Grabbing a hair brush, she puts it inside the clutch as well and swipes the fastener closed.
Turning to examine herself in the mirror from the side, Mara continues to twirls all the way around to check her appearance front, back, and sides. Despite being a designer label, the complete outfit has a fashionable while still being functional look.
She nods to herself and rejoins the others once more.
She has her handbag cradled in her left arm again, but leaves her pistol holstered. “I am ready to go now.”
I left the door open/closed as ambiguous in case either of you wanted to enter or have the door propped open to watch. OOC