The wild, wild west? (Max)
Her suit was gone. That was the very first thing that Eleni registered upon waking up. She'd been in her suit a lot over the last week or so. The breakout from the prison had been the rallying cry for a rebellion and she'd done what she could to help. She still just hoped that she'd picked the right side. Though seeing the tactics that the government used to try to discourage the rebels made her fairy certain that she had been on the right side of the conflict.
But now? Now she was dressed in a burgundy corset, a frilly skirt and boots that she could barely walk in. Music played somewhere near by and she heard shouts coming mostly from a table of men hunched over what looked like a card game.
It was a mark of how weird things had been since her abduction that she barely batted an eyelash. She merely sighed to herself.
"Another day, another planet," she murmured.
A second look around the room confirmed that it was some sort of Wild West-style saloon. But... there were a few brightly colored hues of skin tones that she was sure weren't human. So at least the aliens on this planet actually looked like aliens. Some of them, anyway. There were still plenty who looked perfectly human. She did her best to move to the side of the room so she could spend a little more time observing and figuring out as much as she could about where she was. Her eyes also swept the faces of the patrons for anyone familiar.