Passing through the corridors of The Adventurer, Lucas arrived before a door that could be said to have seen him visit the least. Before it even opened, he raised an eyebrow, then smiled, and swept his hand over the panel at the side.
With a soft depressurization sound, the door slid to the side to expose the training tanks inside, as well as Estrella, who had been uninterested in going outside to watch the show. Still with the high ponytail she had when they parted ways, she stopped or maybe finished fiddling with the command console before the tank at the center of the large room and turned to the entrance.
Her gaze passed by Lucas, ignored his smile, then went to rest on the baggage he was carrying on his shoulder like a sac of potatoes, a fleshy sac whose legs were in front and her torso at his back.
