You decide to wait and listen a bit before jumping in and introducing yourself to anyone. Sadly, you can only really hear one person, the centaur, who is practically shouting to her friend, despite her friend being on the stool neighboring hers. She is covered in dust and grime, with a bunch of tools strapped to her rugged jumpsuit.
"So then I told Science they could go straight to hell for all I care, and after all that I've done for them! They're so damn ungrateful... and that bitch behind the counter, oh, don't get me started on her." She quickly downs a beer in one gulp, wipes her mouth with a dirty sleeve, and continues. "And she was all, ooooh, sorry, I'm afraid you don't have clearance for that, you need to see blah blah, and get this signed by blah blah blah, you know? It's like nobody on this whole station even tries to do their job. Just a bunch of slackers mooching off hard working folks like myself!" The centauress doesn't paint a very flattering picture of life on Virgo. What do you do next?
