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[visible_sariel]

The door swishes--hey wait, swishes? open.

For a second, a rather bemused-looking woman in Starfleet reds stands on the threshold. "... Oh. In here?"

Then she's inside, and the door is swishing closed again. Gotta love sliding wall panels. She'll be making her way toward Bar presently.

For all Sariel Rager knows, it's been a week since the bar last turned up. No, she hasn't looked outside or at the calendar yet.

If the lady with the black pip on her collar is a friend, she'll welcome catching up with you. If she's a stranger, chances are pretty high she won't turn you away either.

((OOC: this post brought to you by Chanter badly needing to get active again! I'll be in and out all day due to local festivals and assorted holiday weekend shenanigans, but I will be around.))

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[visible_sariel]

"That sounds... extremely disorienting," Sariel says, and can't help a sympathetic grimace. "At the very least. Is she likely to need assistance here?"

The basic sort of 'what do I do, I'm in a body that isn't mine!' sort of assistance, she means. Leela can't entirely know that, but some of Sariel's meaning might carry in her reaction.

[janisthorn]

"Her mind works in strange ways," Leela says. "I suppose as you would expect it to - she is a machine that travels through time. She does not experience the world as you or I do."

Her frown deepens. "I do not know if she needs help, apart from getting her old body back. She did not ask for any help from me."