Most days it was near impossible for Ghubari to go anonymously through her ship, with or without her uniform. Her very stature and the way she held herself made her stand out and usually that was a good thing.

Most days.

Today though, on this free evening before she and Konral eventually left for R&R, Ghubari just wanted to disappear for awhile. There was just too much stuff going on on the Athena and she wanted some space to clear her head. Normally that would mean blocking off time where no one would disturb her and using her iboga to meditate. But her box sat in the drawer in her bedside table still and she had no inclination to touch it. Mshuri could wait.

Nondescript in black from head to toe (with her combadge just in case), Koraia walked off the ship with nothing more than a nod to the security posted at the airlock as per standard. She didn’t have a plan exactly, but she definitely wanted to find a place and sit and be someone other than Captain Koraia.

There were a few options, but it was the busyness and energy of bar-like place that drew her attention. Stepping into The Likeable Hornet, Ghubari sidled up to the bar and debated what she would order. All she knew was that it needed to be real and strong. Very strong.

Fl. Captain Koraia, Athena CO