In a dim, quiet cantina, the woman in a skintight suit entered, moving gracefully and silently to the bar, attracting attention. Her platinum blonde ponytail swayed as she sat down.

"Shot of the hardest thing you've got." Nova said to the bartender, her voice casual yet commanding, hinting at her soldier's presence. Rifle slung over her back, she stared ahead, contemplative after her time on Aiur, unsure of her next steps. In the Korhal bar, she sought answers, or at least a drink.