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After a bit of a dramatic gunfight in the hallways near her former apartment, where Mr.Steele and herself engaged an armed squad of Eclipse mercs that were perusing Ulia. Lots of gunfire, shouting, and confusion when the gunship fired a freaking missile down a hallway that exploded between the groups, the entire area was wrecked, and gas lines had ruptured in the explosion, causing large amounts of fire to spread around- Ulia hated herself for it, but she could not see where Steele had gone, and an Eclipse savant was taking potshots at her with a sniper rifle-she had to go. She made a B-line for the back door to Afterlife, which was conveniently near by as her shields pinged back to full charge, As she slipped in the door, she sealed it with her Omni-Tool(anyone from the inside could open it with the push of a button though) and quickly changed into her dancers uniform, and started hurriedly, but carefully applying makeup..

A few minutes later, she checked herself in the Mirror-she looked like a whole different person. An older Asari with face tattoos and light freckles.. thank the goddess for those 'dancer socials' she forced herself to go to.. who knew they would save her life? She composed herself-and left her locked unlocked so she could pull it open quickly if needed, no one would mess with her stuff anyway.. hopefully. She strolled out into Afterlife, her disguise would fool patrons, and the bartenders, but the guards would know something was up if she didn't play the part of a dancer.. It was probably a bad idea to have caused such a scene earlier, Aria would be pissed-which is the only reason she has to wear this itchy disguise.. she had to find a way off of Omega, and do it fast. She began scanning the crowd slowly, telling one of the bartenders that she was covering for Ulia, hoping se masked her voice well.. though the Turian didn't seem to care much.