Brye fidgeted in the sombre, black dress. Between the time the cell held their meeting and now, she had spent enough of it to craft how she would appear to the other passengers and commander of the vessel. She grabbed the fabric, likely silk by its sheen and softness, and wriggled it up as far as it would allow while the rest of it stayed put. She again cursed Thalia, the real Thalia, for being younger and slighter than herself. The dress now bunched in all the wrong places. She had to sigh.
Previously unmoving after Brye had been fully clothed, the servitor approached once again. The witch had learned by now not to move - briefly and not too gently, the servitor adjusted the dress to sit right once again. This time, Brye would leave it alone. She looked in the mirror again, checking her carefully prepared appearance. Mimicking the current fashion on Hyades, her hair had curls in it for now - a necessity, nothing less. Rouge sat lightly on her cheeks, carmine paint - rich enough to be practically black from depth of shade - coloured her lips, and a silver necklace inlaid with small Topaz stones accentuated her neck. All of this courtesy of the withered, skeletal servitor.
Brye marvelled at the complexity of tasks that had been programmed into the thing, it seemed that this particular specimen was not strictly monotask. The witch regarded the strangely loyal drone, listening to it breathe. It's head was mostly covered in bionics, but the eyes were still flesh. Although they were understandably vacant, there was a lingering hint of resignation that Brye had to tell herself she was imagining. They say that eyes were windows to the soul. Brye wasn't sure who "they" were but it seemed like a fairly universal phrase. A pang of empathy welled up, only to be quashed when the memory of who servitors used to be dawned upon her. Criminals. Radicals. Scum.
And yet she would not let the thing remain neglected. She would talk with Yunxian after the dinner, see if the tech-head could improve it's condition. A noble lady expected the best, even from her lowest minions. Minions? She raised an eyebrow and smirked. Maybe she was letting her assumed character do more thinking than she was prepared for!
Refocusing back on the mirror, Brye practiced her idea of how a noble held herself. Chin up, slight pout, feigned disinterest. Good. Just like the dowagers she stole from back on Nova Talia when she was a juve. When she left her cabin, Brye noticed that the others had already assembled, barring Stroud who shortly joined them. The witch shared a look between them when they were greeted by the crewmember. This was it. Time to prove her worth.
Walking to the Banquet Hall, a mercifully short journey, Brye took the opportunity to glance at Stoud/Redane, noting his gait and his left hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he walked. So relaxed and yet so... professional. She wouldn't have to worry about Stroud keeping up appearances. With Astelan/Oliander and Eustasias/Confessor following behind, Brye stayed in character and strode onwards through the grand double-doors, barely even glancing at the gilded servitor as she passed.
Inside the Hall, it took a great effort for the witch not to marvel at the decorations. Not quite as refined as the Haldane Household but leagues above what she was used to, nonetheless. The crystal decanters alone would have been entirely worth stealing in her previous life. The murmur of high-borns and their people softly droned away, punctuated with laughter and various exclamations.
Over there, a group of off world merchants competed for the attention of a demure beauty. It wasn't the girl that caught Brye's attention, though - her minder was staring directly at Stroud. Time to wander. Toward the Captain, evident not least by his raucous laugh, stood another group of four led by a rakish man dressed in Naval garb. Equally eclectic and equally outside of the social circles that had developed already on the Sirius. A courteous, if stiff nod garnered one in kind. The Captain himself looked over to where the rake had inclined his head.
"Ah! Lady Haldane! Join us!"
Feigned disinterest. Chin up...