"That's definitely a possibility," Sariel agrees as she starts walking. She's keeping one eye on where she's going and one on Will himself, just so she doesn't lose him in the crowd. Getting separated from a friend is one thing. When that friend is from another world and unfamiliar with spacefaring culture, never mind unfamiliar with alien life... well. That's quite another.
That corridor they're in empties into a much wider, much more heavily trafficked one; the busier end was right. Not everybody here is human, that's certain. Nose ridges abound (this is a Bajoran station, after all) and there are no small number of people with pointed ears, blue skin or spots, as well. ... Not all at once, mind.
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Date: 2009-04-27 01:30 am (UTC)That corridor they're in empties into a much wider, much more heavily trafficked one; the busier end was right. Not everybody here is human, that's certain. Nose ridges abound (this is a Bajoran station, after all) and there are no small number of people with pointed ears, blue skin or spots, as well. ... Not all at once, mind.