The Snarky Little Smartass
The Vonnuvi Hership. A traveling space station for Ithorians and refugees of war torn planets. Orion's walk through the city proper allowed him a view of the inner city's greenery. The sterile and lifeless color of the walls and buildings contrasted greatly with the trees and shrubbery. The aesthetic unpleasing to his eyes. It all felt too clinical. Like a hospital with flowers. Ignoring the brief discomfort, Orion's attention focused on navigating through a small hallway as he ducked into one such drab building. His eyes scanning and flickering between the different office signs.
Before finally taking a final step and stopping completely still as he spotted exactly what he was looking for.
Inhaling a small breath, Orion knocked on the door, rapping the steel a few times with his knuckles before waiting for the door to crack open a few inches. Raising his arm, a fresh bag of pastries dangled from his hand as well as a drink carrier. By the smell of it, freshly-baked pastries and fresh-brewed coffee. One of the many weaknesses of these pen and paper professions, and perhaps his ticket into the good graces of one Serena Harth.
She had something he needed. He would find what she needed.
"Hi! I'm Orion Pavond!" the Mirialian hybrid introduced himself, "I was hoping we could talk—may I come in?"
A simple and easy enough introduction without overstepping any boundaries. With any luck, this should go rather smoothly.
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