Christopher had decided that a break from routine would be good. Unfortunately every break from routine made her all figity and awkward which made meeting people who weren't Pilots a huge pain in the ass, and each and every time she'd tried to connect with a co-worker it crashed and burned like some poor malfunctioning mechanical device. All her fault, she suspected, being a little too strange for pilots. That was a downer.
With her fingers interlocked she pulled at them as a nervous tick before she moved towards the bar. Maybe a drink would settle her frayed nerves, uncheery thoughts also did not help. She didn't stick out like a sore thumb, she was definity one of the lesser known pilots, not at all a fan of hamming it up in front of the camera or pretending she was a huge Pilot Whore for media attention. Wasn't her. So the people with the bright coloured hair got all the attention, which she was okay with.
The only thing remotely interesting about Kit was maybe her strange take on a mullet hair-do and her tattoo, which rand down the entire left side of her body, a dark grey colour. Of course, the person that caught her own attention looked 'plain' as well, compared to some of the nicer dressed people in the establishment. Maybe there was some sort of party going on. Well, of course there was a party. It was a bar, high caste or not. So she wedged herself in beside him to face him.
"Hi. You look l---" Kit blinked when she saw his face, oh, it was him. "Oh, it's you." Kit looked around frowning when she didn't recognize anyone else, her teal eyes moving from his face again just to be sure. Nope, no body. "What are you doing here? I... don't think I've never seen you not doing doctor stuff." Kit leaned in, the sense of someone familiar temporarily calming her nerves of doing something out of routine.
Kit had never gone to get a check up or anything that wasn't part of being a Pilot, and she didn't know his name besides him being 'Dr.Staresti' but he was a familiar face in a room full of strangers.
