Palace
Chaos washed around her; in the midst of all the multiple conversations that swirled and ebbed around her, 46 managed to open her mouth briefly to attempt a reply towards the curious Mr. Corgan that was cut off as he was drawn back into the fray. She stood in place, close Aashi as her new Captain got into the heated discussion. She didn't intend to leave her side when things could turn ugly quick, what with the unholstered firearms, without good reason. Finally, 46 was relieved, a curious sensation that went beyond the thoughtless, fearless way she had approached her duties for years, that the Iroma decided to leave.
With a quick nod and hasty parting bow, 46 followed after Aashi. "A resort, Captain?" she asked, sounding surprised in an understated way. Her eyes were still to the side glancing at the group, "This may be an unwelcome surprise, ma'am, but I don't really have any concept of... Fun. I am aware of recreational activities and diversions thanks to my coworkers but which of them I might prefer, I cannot say."
"I do not like sand or dust," she says, surprised at having such a steady opinion it just hops from her lips, "It gets into my interior spaces easily."
46 bowed deeply to Spacecase, "Ah, Mr. Spacecase, you're still here. Thank you for what you've done for me. I am whole again thanks to your work. If there's ever anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate to call upon me."
Sidestepping the spacer as the pitched discussion lunged back there way. Scooping up the debris left in her box, she came up with a collection of worn out blue-gray police-style clothes, undergarments, socks, and a pair of boots. With everything in her arms she quickly skipped back to Aashi's side. "My apologies, Captain. If we had time, I would like to find a restroom to dress before we leave," she requested.