It was shortly after initial boarding on the last stop before Bellionas, when a girl, or young woman, quietly walked into one of the ferry's bunk rooms and claimed one of the cots by way of depositing a backpack on it. There wasn't much to stand out about her appearance; unlike a few of the passengers, she didn't seem to carry any noticeable weapons on her nor did she seem to keep herself well-armored. Like most of the passengers, she was dressed in just simple garb, drab utilitarian clothes with basic dark robes worn over them, more like a hooded coat than a robe, really.
She might've preferred a solitary room if a choice was to be had, but also didn't particularly mind so long as her fellow passengers weren't inclined to give her any trouble. And trouble was something she wasn't inclined to bring herself, either. She simply sat down on the cot in what might appear to be a somewhat sad and contemplative silence. A hand going into her backpack after a few moments before fishing out a datapad; the only thing to marginally stand out. Such devices were hardly uncommon or particularly expensive, but possibly too much of a luxury for the average down-on-their-luck passenger taking the cheapest ferry to the next populated system of note in the hope of securing some sort of living.
With seemingly nothing to do but kill time, she pulled up all of the data she had on Bellionas. Again. She'd studied it a dozen times over by now, or that's what it felt like at least.
Her index finger hovered near one of the buttons; ready to tap it and quickly change what was being displayed in the event that someone would approach.
