Cadence Cobalt
Well, wasn't this whole thing fancy-schmancy? A bit like the luxury ships that her father had loved to show off every time he'd come into Cobalt territory to check on his kids. Cadence felt right at home, making small talk with various aliens and noting a few looks of surprise from ones who recognized her species. Being this far from Imperial space and so comfortable speaking verbally had rapidly marked her as a bit of a weirdo, but Cadence took in stride.
That was why she had come out here in the first place, after all. To educate, and show these people what the Ariacorean were really like, before someone else tried to start up the horror stories of attempted galatic conquest and unstoppable swarms. In some corners of the galaxy, people even thought that commoners like her weren't even sapient, merely mind-controlled puppets of the queens, and what those people claimed about the princes was better off left unsaid. It was better to nip that in the bud than have to make the Earthlings unlearn a bunch of negative stereotypes later on.
Yup, Cadence was a one-soldier crusade against cultural ignorance. An unofficial ambassador for her people. Not bad for the one who had been putting broken robots back together in a repair shop on an Imperial fringe world just a decade ago.
This shuttle was so slow, though. Oh, she understood why, sure, but the lighting in here was clearly meant for diurnal species, which meant that Cadence had a pair of sunglasses practically adhered to her face--she'd been assured that she looked cool, especially with her leather jacket and black jeans, but she still didn't have enough of a grasp of fashion to know if it was true or if she was being messed with--and was fighting the creeping sluggishness that came with the middle of the day. She was going to fall asleep on her feet at this point.
Thank the First Queen for loud distractions, like one of the other passengers suddenly jumping up and shouting something about titties and dancing, one of those being a magic word to Cadence and the other not too bad a bonus. She didn't immediately go racing off, though, mostly because she had a drink in her hand (non-alchoholic, because she'd been fighting off fits of sleepiness enough already) and wanted to finish it. It was mostly sweet, but there was a spice in it as well that she couldn't quite place, and she fully intended to find out what exactly was in it later.
By the time she'd emptied the glass and made her way over to the (much darker, thankfully; the rave lights didn't hurt her eyes like a fully lit room did) dance room, the party looked to be in full swing, with quite the variety of dancers, their joy obvious even without any telepathic connection. Among her own kind, she would have reached out with a mental song to see if she were welcome, but that wasn't an option here.
Instead, she went with a substitute she'd learned on her first trip to Earth: a shameless wolf whistle.
Anyone who looked her way would see a cheeky, sharp-toothed grin, illuminated by the silver-blue glow that Cadence's facial markings had taken on. Sadly, the rest of her markings were hidden beneath her clothing, and she was pretty sure someone on this shuttle would protest her stripping naked on the dance floor. Earthlings and their weird customs. She felt she still looked pretty good even with just a partial display, though.
She reached up to pull off her shades and tuck them in a jacket pocket, leaving her eyes shimmering greenish-grey as she started her way onto the dance floor with bold, gliding steps. "You got room for more at this party? 'Cause I'm not sure I can settle for just enjoying the view."
