[ The last few weeks have been hard, incredibly so, and while a party of any sort won't help them uncover the mysteries of the station and get them all closer going home, Padmé isn't blind to the benefits of such activity either. She's been a leader for long enough to know that sometimes people need to forget their hardships for just a little while in order to steady themselves.

The bar seemed like a decent enough place to start the evening, so Padmé finds herself a glass of amber liquid and takes a seat at the counter, wanting to be at the center of traffic in order to watch the others who filter through the room. Every so often she even speaks to someone, offering a charming smile and pleasant start to the conversation. ]

You look as though you're enjoying the party.

[ It's been far too long since she last went swimming. The water has a strange chemical smell, but none of the others seem to mind it, so Padmé slips off her boots and rolls up the legs of her uniform to above her knees. For now, she sits on the ledge and lets her feet dangle in, not minding the water that sloshes up whenever someone comes nearby. It's only water, and she's enjoying watching the others play their game.

Eventually, she looks to whoever is nearest and asks a question she's been pondering for a while. ]

Do things like this happen often here?

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