You were at the bar, upset that bounty hunter Samus Aran had to bail Federation officers like you out of ANOTHER failed job. That’s when you noticed somebody walk in. A blonde woman in a blue bodysuit with a serious expression nods at the bartender and grabs a drink, before she sits in a far corner where she’s mostly obscured from sight. You recognised her from somewhere but you’re not sure where.

Whoever they were, they took off their boots and put their bare feet up on the table, clearly exhausted. Their soles looked sweaty and somewhat tough, this woman clearly did a lot of physical work. You couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to give those tired feet a massage…that’s when your gaze drifted back to her face, which was now staring at you. She raised an eyebrow, you couldn’t tell if she was disgusted, interested, or just curious. She gestures for you to come over to where she is.