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Ulia sighed softly as she walked out of Afterlife, the base music pulsing loudly through the door for a moment before it slid closed, She glanced at the ever long line of people hoping to get in, and the astute Elcor bouncer blocking their path. She gave him a small wave, pitying the many signs of annoyance he was giving off. Poor guy. She was wearing a coat over her 'uniform' to keep prying eyes from staring at her while on break-most Dancers and Waitresses took their break in the club, but she couldn't stand spending so much continuous time in the place, though outside was not much better. She walked over to the railing overlooking the considerable size of Omega, sighing softly, imagining herself smoking here, though she had never tried the habit, it always seemed appropriate, she may have to try it sometime.

Two human men and a Salarian Male were standing at the end of the line to enter Afterlife, One of the Humans was blond, and had a good amount of scars on his face, and was wearing a yellow suit, much more expensive then the normal Omega resident would wear out. The other Human had grey hair, though he didn't seem very old. He was pale white and somewhat short, wearing a black suit, with a yellow tie. The Salarian was dark skinned, and seemed fairly young-as far as Salarians went anyway- and again, had matching yellow accessories to his black clothing.

Ulia wasn't stupid, but it was not exactly easy to hide firearms in a dancers uniform, nor were they normally permitted in Afterlife anyway unless you were working directly for Aria. She did however, have her Omni-Tools, and could zap anyone who gave her any trouble if she really needed to. She was seemingly too enamored with the view however, to notice the men from the line casually walking up behind her.