"Dammit. Only a few hours in the Sector and I hate it already..." Aysel muttered to herself, returning the dirty look she recieved from one of the more cleanly dressed citizens. Sector Gamma wasn't particularly much kinder to her than Sector Delta. The bartender at the pub she visited here was especially unkind, and probably just as violent as she was. She guessed her treatment had something to do with her ragged clothes. Aysel sighed and pulled out the documents from the pack around her waist and looked over them for what seemed to be the fiftheenth time. "Crescent Hall should be... right down this road. Better hurry then!"
After passing by several boring and similar buildings, Aysel found herself infront of... a building that looked no different from the others. Still, judging by the sign, she had no doubt it was Crescent Hall and walked inside. "5B... 5B..." she repeated quietly as she searched for the room. Soon enough, she found it and confidently entered the pin code.
Greeting her was the sight of several young men and women, who she assumed to be her subordinates, and a table of various snacks. "Aysel Hughes." she briefly introduced herself before making her way toward the snack table.