@cantankerousAquarius You knock on the door of the (Freakishly large, because wader.) hive and wait, trying not to fidget. You can feel the heat of the soon-to-be-rising sun on your back already, and kind of wish that you could pull off making a suncloak work with your jailbait look, because you’re too pale for this shit. Too much time spent in the artificial glare of spaceport lights and not enough spent outside on actual planets has done a number on your complexion. Fortunately, it’s a number that makes you look more vulnerable and pappable, not less. You fuss with the collar of your too large white shirt, making sure it shows off your collarbones just so, and smile your patented sickeningly sweet ‘i’m just a lowbie looking for a big strong highblood to pap’ smile, just as the door opens.