Savil is certainly new to the idea of a metal city floating in the middle of the cosmos but hardly to the mix of species and cultures within the lounge they were in. Quite the contrary, the short, older woman was quite at ease as she drifted through the room. It did help that for as colorful as some of the others were, Savil was the complete opposite: white tunic and shirt, white pants and riding boots, even a white belt to hang her long dagger from. It just matched the silver braid that fell down to her knees. About the only color to her was the weathered tan on her skin, her blue eyes, and the dark blue edging on her belt and tunic.

As long as she moved slowly with an apparent lack of urgency Savil could keep her limp at a minimum. But in time she had to land herself an oddly comfortable stool at the bar with a muted wince. "You wouldn't happen to have a tonic for age, would you?" Savil asked with a rather warm smile edged with wry humor.