"Well this certainly wasn't my intended destination..." There was an arched eyebrow, a cocked head. An up-tilting of lips, tugging into an amused little smirk. It wasn't her destination, that was true; the pristine setting was far brighter, sharper, with an important bustle to the movement of the cheerfully colored uniforms that occupied the large space. Uniforms that were different from those she'd seen before, like nothing the Alliance had to offer. Uniforms different, but similar in their coloring, and structure, to uniforms from another place, another side. The other side, really. The mirror that she was so fond of- and that she was so often thwarted by. So it wasn't her planned destination, where she'd meant to end up- but it wasn't exactly unwelcome either. Just- a surprise.

A little chuckle- a giggle, almost- escaped. She stepped forward, her movement smooth, practiced, as carefully designed to catch the eye as it was natural and instinctive, and one hand reached out. Fingers skimmed down along the curved railing as she followed the line of it, her sweeping gaze taking in the full sight of the place. It was a bridge, surely of a Federation ship, judging by the crew, and it was a lovely bridge. So much in fact that;

"But I think I'll take it nonetheless."