It wouldn't take long for the door to open again, the head and chest of the being holding it was not visible, though its distinctly feminine and well scarred hand was. Inside strode four young, precentennial
Senti, a handful of larger centennials, and one or two bicentennial aged Senti stooping very low to avoid hitting their heads on the tiling. The giant was last, ensuring her family was all safely inside, she crawled through the door on her hands and knees, sitting crosslegged in the lobby and hunched over, grumbling something about smaller races and their low ceilings.
One of the precents opened a bag and started handing out files, while another started gathering a batch of tickets, handing one to each family member, including the embittered giantess.
"Remind me why we're doing this, Atteni," One of the bicentennials looked up to the Lady of their ship. "After all. Smaller races."
"To learn their ways and improve lives aboard the Flotilla. The chance to enforce the autonomy of sapients is also an alluring offer, is it not?"
"It is, and yet. We have precentennials to handle such delicate matters. Centennials if wisdom is involved."
"Then return to Soren, Saliten. I wish to spend my last years making a better place for my children and theirs."
The bicentennial nodded, quieting. "Then I will stay. See who may not go. And what kind of crew we will have to keep our home flying."