08:00 lift off, plus a half hour commute, twenty minutes of pre-flight, at least thirty minutes to come aboard, run the basic security checks, make introductions, ten minutes just in case there’s delays, and at 06:30 in the morning, the exact time Dr Llonen needed to be up and leaving her apartment to be making it on time, the trimmed tight departure time where she needed to be up and out the door, it’d all be at least thirty minutes sooner than her usual wake up alarm. Rushing then her usual routine then, breakfast eaten on the hover rail journey over, it’d be stepping out into the spaceport that a freshly showered, and mostly put together Lo’Shareen scholar comes walking fast, one regular and one far fancier, more expensive looking suitcase pulling behind them, one on wheels, the other gently hovering.

Thankfully, she’d packed the night before, not that she’d found herself informed of this trip short notice. This commission from the capital’s cultural museum had come weeks ago and, whilst she did not relish the prospect of a long space flight, with the chance to explore some ancient ruins on the horizon, for her eagerness, she’d struggle to make the days pass fast enough. It’s a shame that this newly discovered sign of civilisation was so far out, and that the first people to come it were not Llonen herself or even some other member of the academic community. Yes, in all likelihood these ruins she… er… they’d be heading to, looted by pirates, indelicate hands, feet, and other appendages trampling all over this historical treasure, there’s every chance they’d already be… well… ruined by the time she got there. Speaking of treasure though, Llonen couldn’t quite decide for herself, was she more disappointed at the potential loss of knowledge, or the potential loss of her own financial benefit, all the good stuff gone most likely gone already?

Well, whatever the case, if she could just be the first archaeologist on scene, it’d be worth it. And with such a delay in getting there, on the plus side, whatever unsavoury element had swept through the region, they’d likely be gone by the time they arrived. Still, not much of a fighter herself, Llonen already forcing herself outside her usual comfort zone, travelling so far beyond the inner rim, it’d be with some relief that she’d find herself physically escorted by someone at least capable of protecting her. That said, consulting again and again her little note slip, checking over and over which port she needed to go to, finally stepping getting to the ship, meeting her guard…

Hmm… Here on a professional assignment, she’d not comment nor make any advances. However, at the very least she’d acknowledge internally the attractiveness of this agent but, to a certain extent… Is… is this it? Given the location, where they were going, she would have expected more than just the one protector. Either they thought it worth the risk, or the people hiring her didn’t think this mission to be all that truly dangerous. Of course, packed in a silver case, the more expensive looking carry between Llonen’s two packs of luggage, she’d at least think to get her standard issue gear out of storage, a small side arm and EVA suit. There’d been some basic training in its usage but she’d never had to use either of them before.

Basic loose clothes, not at all what she planned to wear once they got to their destination, Alex’s passenger looked to be in fairly casual dress, an almost city tourist kind of look. Supposedly this was the researcher she’d be meeting here but, the smoky black arms, the terracotta skin, as well versed and travelled as they were, the ADD agent would have most likely never seen a member of this species outside the whoring and slave pits. Usually a popular find for sex work and slavery, to some degree, it’d almost seem strange to see one of their kind fully dressed and normal like this. Yet nonetheless, they’d come walking up, towing their luggage and, seemingly inspecting the ship on approach, it’d be with a simple, polite smile that they introduce themselves.

“Dr Llonen with the Central Museums Capital of Art. I assume you’re my escort?”

The limited security was known by both parties. Perhaps both sides were confident or hopeful that such a secluded planet would be outside the usual influence of potential threats. All parties involved had something to gain from the exchange regardless. The Central Museum received not only a guard for little cost, the guard in question was supposedly well educated by human standards. The ADD received information as well as getting their foot in the door for further negotiation and diplomacy with the planet's inhabitants. It was also an opportunity to potential give one of their agents some much needed R&R after the many ordeals she endured in the line of duty.

Despite orders to relax, Alexandra could not help but feel nervous. The ADD agent had prior experience working with various science and research groups on far off planets in the past. Some went well and even included some unique findings. But like any mission, some went wrong and when ADD missions go wrong, they go wrong in all the most horrible ways. Still, it was either this mission or be left sitting back at Antares with lab techs testing and studying her again and again.

Instead of taking an ADD vessel, Alexandra was provided tickets to take a shuttle flight. She was used to flying on her own or on a larger vessel of the directorate. She could only wonder if these commercial flights were anything like those from Earth. Being part of a military-like organization made some changes apparent. She had to check in her various weapons and gear, ensuring that everything was secure and kept away from civilian luggage. There were various checkpoints though what they searched for differed. Earth's metal detectors could only do so much in a place where droids and cybernetics were a thing. Alexandra's suit alone would bring forth many questions back on Earth.

The agent entered the ship early in order to inspect it for herself. She searched every corridor and room that she was allowed access to. What belongings she was allowed to carry with her were stored in the room she was assigned. Once initial inspections were done, Alexandra was left waiting for the Lo'Shareen woman she was assigned to escort and assist in her exploratory research.

The human woman stood out as majority of their species was still stuck on Earth with their primitive technology. In some seedier sectors of space, it was likely humans were seen in a similar of light as the Lo'Shareen, only seen in slave pits and other sexual establishments. Even compared to other agents, Alexandra's attire seemed a bit different. The suit the agent wore seemed skin tight, most likely sealed air tight. The dark red and blue nanoweave left no curve to the imagination, with only an open long black labcoat providing some additional cover. Small wireframe glasses adorned the human's face, eyes focused on a data pad before her. With luggage already packed, she had little on her, her own weaponry back in her room.

It was perhaps Alexandra's first time seeing a Lo'Shareen up close. If there were any at the slave pits she had been to, it was either she was in the middle of combat trying to bust such an establishment or she was experiencing her horrible situation as a slave herself. Time with Diva and the Ospoden helped with the agent's wariness of other alien races. She had seen what happens to women of other species and knows that it is not just humans who suffer from such prejudice.

"Agent Alexandra Losev, Alien Defense Directorate," the agent returned the greeting while extending a hand towards the alien woman, "Pleased to meet you, Dr Llonen. Your papers on Lo'Sha and its history were very informative. I am your escort and hope to provide any additional towards your research."

Whether the hand was taken or not, Alexandra would not be bothered. She did not expect every race to know every greeting custom. "We can go over the details of this expedition once we have you settled in your room. Please, this way." Her labcoat fluttered behind her in her wake as she entered the vessel, leading the way to the room they were assigned. "I've never taken a space shuttle like this before. I guess commercial travel is necessary for those who cannot afford their own ships." Alexandra opened the door for Dr Llonen. "Do you need any help with your luggage or anything else before we take off?"

Despite everything, her race, her appearance, and how long she'd been out in the galaxy, it'd be by some miracle that Llonen would find herself relatively unscathed it her time. Comparatively sheltered, virgin (though not literally), and otherwise ignorant of how badly things could go on the outer planets, as far as she was concerned, this trip to the newly discovered ruins was a delightful change to the otherwise dull turn and pace of academia. Why yes indeed, she was looking forward to whatever discoveries were awaiting them but... urgh... absolutely. These annoying security checks always do take forever don't they? And she could always see the folks behind them 'getting ideas'.

"Er…" There’s a moment's hesitation. Of course, there were a lot of species out there with 'human-like' appearances, and there were only a few subtle ways of knowing for certain. As a species, she'd only heard about them here and there as an example of what happens when unsavoury types get a hold of a ‘primitive world’ and begin 'harvesting'. A similar, but not entirely the same, occurrence having ravaged her home world, but at the very least humanity, as a whole, was not so wholly corrupted that there individual identity had started to fade and so…

“Oh, of course.” She extends her own hand out for what she had to deduce was the correct motion. She’d heard of this. She may have even seen it once seeing how she pretty much, nearly gets it right. One human handshake. Apparently it was a traditional form of greeting of theirs and, not one to shirk other cultures, she’d do her best to reciprocate. This was her first time meeting one and, an educated one too? She had no idea if that was fully the case, but apparently she’d read and understood some of her last paper.

“I see, well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” At the very least this Alexandra could probably fetch and carry as Llonen needed her to but… Her eyes scan up and down her form. Goodness, did they all tend to dress this provocatively? Skin tight clothing, some form of nano-weave. The lab coat was interesting though. It was a common practice for scientists, albeit not all of them. Most would be white as well, so she had to wonder if it was a lab coat at all, or perhaps if some tradition of human scientists lent them towards wearing black.

“It’s a shame not many people have read it.” Honestly, compared to Llonen’s civilian clothing, a loose, off the shoulder top, tight black trousers made of a denim like material, this Alexandra would almost seem ‘dramatic’ in the way they’d dressed for this. Geez... she mentally noted as the ADD agent walked away, the thing was like a fucking cape.

“Well hopefully we don’t run into any trouble. I hear they can be a real tor’nak when it comes to getting your deposit back on these things.” Longer handle of her wheel along suitcase seemingly refusing to decide whether it was going to slide back down, or stay as it is, the Lo’Shareen Doctor could already be seen by the door. Stooped down to make it under the low hatch, it wouldn’t exactly be the largest shuttle either.

“No, it’s fine. I’ve got it.” With a huff, handle finally sliding down, she’d finally get her spare sets of regular clothes up and over the lip. Thankfully, the shinier case containing her harder equipment is less of a challenge and, already inside the ship, it’d be through the use of a few, gentle, pushing kicks that she’d hover the thing out ahead of her, this initial corridor a bit of a tor’nak to squeeze her way down.

"I'm ready to go whenever, just give me a heads up when we're about to take off so I can strap myself in."

A gentle squeeze would be felt before the hand was released, seemingly ending the gesture. Alexandra did not seem concerned with the Lo'Shareen's choice of more casual attire. As far as the agent knew, this alien woman was a teacher and researcher and was most likely a civilian. The agent's suit was her own creation and was still in its prototype phase. She took pride in what she was able to accomplish with the technology that far exceeded that of Earth's. Now, the suit had become a necessity to ensure the potent aphrodisiac her breasts produced did not escape into the air around her. The choice of lab coat was mainly a preference though it was was much easier to hide and conceal things with black fabric as opposed to pure white.

Dr Llonen refused any offers of aid so Alexandra decided to check with the pilot on their departure. Other passengers heading in a similar direction were boarding, filling seats in the main seating area of the vessel. Seeing the mass of various alien races tightly packed in their chairs made the woman glad the Museum and ADD put in the extra credits for a private room. The rooms were tiny as the vessel could only spare so much space for such luxury. But having walls and a door between them and everyone else was at least reassuring.

Alexandra gritted her teeth and endured the sensations of bodies and limbs rubbing against her as she squeezed her way towards the front of the ship. There, she asked her questions before making the trek back. The door to their room would hiss open. "The last passengers are boarding now," Alexandra said, "We should be taking off any moment."

Alexandra sat down and began strapping herself in. "Do you know how long this trip will take? The briefing mentioned this planet is away from most civilization and common routes."

The ship's intercom came on as numerous languages were spoken each explaining the same thing. The ship was taking off for its destination. There would be a stop at a nearby sector to drop off the passengers before the two women would be taken to their final stop. The engines rumbled and hummed to life. There was the familiar sense of pressure as the ship's thrusters powered through the planet's gravitational pull and atmosphere. The coms would come on again informing everyone the intent to jump into hyperspace. Faster than light travel was the only way for anyone to get anywhere in this vast universe.

For Alexandra, it was not much different from flying an ADD scout vessel though the transition between the various stages of space flight were generally smoother. Once things appeared stable, the ADD agent would looked over to Dr Llonen. "Can you tell me anything about where we are going and what we hope to find, Dr Llonen? The briefing did not have many details on the matter." Perhaps it was not included because it was seen as unnecessary information for someone on guard duty. But, the scientist in her was curious about what interested the Lo'Shareen scholar. Of course, if the alien woman did not show any desire to converse, the Russian woman would occupy her time reading over a datapad for the duration of the trip.

With Alexandra forging on ahead, Llonen unaware of any of the ADD Agent's modifications or vulnerabilities, it'd be in complete naive ignorance that she'd instead turn round the corner, head a little further down to find their room and, once there got to work settling in for the trip. For now at least, the two of them seemed to be relatively safe. The shuttle was civilised space and, though she'd probably feel more comfortable having her guard close at hand once they'd left the ship, for now at least she'd be fine having her wherever, be it nearby, or somewhere out of sight.

Sure enough though, the flashy figure of Alexandra is quick to return and, just getting her luggage stored in the provided space, beneath one of the two opposing bench/beds... "Ah right, thanks." Smiling, bent down low, head looking up towards Alexandra and the doorway, that top of hers really was quite loose. Was she even wearing a bra? A slight wobble of flesh as she gives her pack one final shove to see it truly secured, with a slight huff of satisfaction she'd finally stand, straighten up, and sit down.

Glancing around either side of her for the straps, she'd begins to secure herself. "From what I've heard it's a couple of-" But she stops as the ships intercom comes to life, the final warning for their imminent departure given. It's quick, short, though at one point the Doctor does give a brief smile and an amused huff through her nostrils. Oh, they really needed a better translation on that one. Admittedly, it'd be one of the more obscure languages, and they probably didn't have any native speakers of it aboard. Still, unless they had a pregnant woman aboard who was expecting twins, the announcement in this tongue would probably only serve to confuse.

"Heh." Announcements over, she'd return to the task of strapping herself in. One belt down across each shoulder, then another one across the chest.

"C'mon, let me just..." She mutters under her breathe, having to loosen the strap slightly, tightening it up again, fasten it where she couldn't see, and then finally try to let herself get comfortable with it as it rides up beneath her breasts, and all the while feeling it pulling down on the cleavage of her top...

"Yes, a couple of days or so. We're going to be the last stop, I think. After that we'll have to secure some local transport, and maybe some camping supplies." About a meter or so apart, facing one another, she'd note that her companion's clothes seemed to be far better suited for this kind of travel then hers. Sure enough though the vessel begins to shake and, though this wouldn't be Llonen's first time travelling, it'd be her first time not travelling couch.

"Hmm..." Seemingly occupying herself with the view, the Lo'Shareen simply gazes out, taking advantage of the small window to her left. A little awkward, the two of them not knowing one another that well yet, there'd be the occasional glance as she looked back to her companion and politely smiled. Eventually though, the initial take off is done, atmosphere breeched, light barrier passed and, with that, she's finally free to unbuckle and head for her pack, a bit of light reading on her datapad just the kind of diversion she needed right now.

"Oh. You didn't...?" Wow, she would've thought this information would have... Well, never mind. "Erm... okay so... aah... The first stop is going to be a small trading outpost, recently hit by pirates but, from what I hear they've already begun recovering. It's er... a planet. Tor'l, it's called Tor'l. Kind of rocky and wet. Not quite swamp, more like... don't know what you would have had on Earth..." She stops briefly, final word trailing off, inspecting Alexandra's reaction. It was Earth, wasn't it? "Anything on Earth that's like it, more sort of hills and small mountains, some mist, some fog, mossy, it can get kind of cold, and there might be some bog land..."

There's a pause as she thinks what to explain next. "Then there's some ruins, recently discovered. Most likely it's already been looted and raided, but there should still be some historical significance to be found. I'm... as you know... a Xeno-anthropologist. So... I... was hoping, that I could get a bit of an escort to see me there safely and, possibly, maybe even a hand once I- we get there." A bit of a cheerful upward note at the end. Yeah, that'd do for an explanation.

The seating was a bit more comfortable than what one normal sat in during these flights or during air travel back on Earth. But, that was not really much of a bar to beat. Designed for long travel, there was room to lay down and sleep. But sitting in it was like sitting on one's bed, it can be done but lacked some of the usual expectations one would have with a chair.

The private room ensured the stares the two women received was kept to a minimum. The red skinned alien shared many of the curses that having such a voluptuous form came with. Every jerk and strenuous motion made those lovely swells jiggle and sway in their barely confined state. In Alexandra's line of work, encountering absolutely gorgeous women was guaranteed no matter the species. But it was hard to ignore how the researcher inadvertently flaunted her exotic beauty. The horns, ears, tail, and unique colors only added to the pleasant allure as the Lo'Shareen woman struggled to get comfortable with her seat and straps.

Alexandra decided to shed her coat, setting it to the side of the bench/bed before figuring out the straps. The suit hugged her curves like a glove, ensuring the attire did not hinder the woman's movements at all. But the skin tight attire did nothing to hide the mountainous globes that bounced and swayed heavily with the agent's motions. The straps easily slid between the bountiful orbs, causing the covered tit flesh to bulge slightly as they tightened against them. Nipples could be seen poking from the red and blue material. At least she did not have to worry about the straps tugging at her choice of uniform.

Requiring multiple days of travel was common when traveling the endless depths of space. Alexandra had no reason to complain as the rockets back on Earth would have taken lifetimes to cover the same distance. It would give time for the agent to get familiar with Dr Llonen. She was interested in what the alien women could teach her. The Lo'Shareen must have had their own share of struggles throughout their history. The red haired agent also had more specific questions though she would not bring them up until she was more familiar with the alien woman. It was possible this researcher only cared about her own endeavors and may wish to keep talk to a minimum.

So far, Dr Llonen seemed open to answering questions. They would not need to worry about environmental suits. Alexandra smiled back. "I would love to aid you in your research. We will need to check to ensure no one has been around the area recently. If all clear, a simple sensor perimeter should suffice to warn us of any unwanted visitors. Then I can give you a hand while you tell me all about these ruins."

The ADD agent removed her straps and looked over her datapad. Her suit interfaced with the device, providing a display of Alexandra's current condition and inventory. A couple of days plus time on the planet then the return trip. She had enough weaponry to hopefully deter mere bandits and pirates along with any hostile wildlife. Food and water were good and she had spare battery packs for her suit if she is forced to release her charge. The only variable that remained was her serum to help stave off her ever persistent addiction.

Alexandra's eyes read the times logged. This serum was brand new and already her body was growing more resistant to its effects. She brought extra vials just in case. But would it be enough? Hopefully, she could endure until the trip back.

"The briefing stated little activity in the area. But things could change between then and by the time we reach the planet. I just want to be sure. Surprises in my line of work are not something any agent ever wants." The agent sets the datapad down and stretches her arms outwards and above her head. The motions caused her prominent chest to thrust outwards some. "If I am a bother, please say so. I usually travel alone so I rarely have someone to speak to much less with an education background such as yours. I am a bit curious about your kind. I have not seen many Lo'Shareen and what few I have were in rather... compromised situations. From your papers, it felt like your culture was being overtaken by outside influences more so than any other species I know of."

Coat removed, more of Alexandra's perfect, athletic frame revealed, the Lo'Shareen scholar couldn't help but watch as the ADD agent straps herself in. From the gentle curve of her shoulders, to those massive breasts, her hips, her waist, her butt and finally those slender legs... It'd finally occur to her that, given the way humans typically found themselves brought out into the wider galaxy, and the entire trade that served as the one and only exclusive passage off world for them... Well, with this woman, and the way she looked, Alexandra most likely... She takes a deep breathe and looks away, cheeks flushed ever so slightly. She did not approve of it herself, though honestly she could see why others would have sought to capture such a person.

"Oh, of course. In fairness, having travelled to some of the rougher parts of the galaxy before, the worst I'm expecting once we get there is maybe a few pick pockets, or perhaps some petty crooks out to score a few credits. Nothing too dangerous. Then again, I hope you won't put yourself in too much danger for my sake. At the very least, it'll be good to know someone's there to watch my back, but don't feel you have to give yourself up if things get too risky." Plus, though she doesn't say it out loud, if an agent from the ADD suddenly decides its too dangerous, that's probably a good enough sign for her to know its too much for herself.

Removing their straps, Llonen taking to her data pad as her escort takes to theirs, pretty much all the research needed for this mission was done already. She'd read whatever she could about the surrounding area, and the local cultures. For now, all she had left was to relax and prepare herself for hopefully a quiet and uneventful journey. "I'm sure the pilots will let us know if there's any sudden reports of new pirate activity in the area." Not that there should be any. This Tor'l outpost was a nowhere nothing place, not even useful as a stopping point to get you elsewhere. People, as well as pirates, generally steered clear, and the only reason they'd had any trouble recently was because of these newly discovered ruins everyone was so eager to see. Still, even for the most desperate of looters, a few days would normally be enough to get in and grab anything of value so, in all likelihood, any trouble should be long gone.

When the issue of her kind and their usual positions comes up, the scholar can't help but once again blush a little. Fortunately, she'd taken her pills for this week, so even on a small vessel like this, she'd unlikely find herself falling prey to the usual danger that befell most of her kind. And, even if there was an issue, she suspected travelling with a young lady like this, there'd probably be no risk to her falling off into the deep end... or so she thought. "Ah yes. I mean not every Lo'Shareen woman got the fever and flew off world. There'd be plenty that managed to stay, and plenty more that never came into contact with the more dangerous elements that'd come to our world. However, it would be an issue when most of your planet's leaders as well as it's best and brightest go ahead and... er... lose themselves? And, not to speak ill of them, after all they would do a splendid job stepping up. It'd nonetheless be a bit tricky when all the women leave and all the stay at home husbands suddenly had to take over."

"If things become dangerous, I'll be sure to keep you safe. Do not worry." Alexandra reassured Dr Llonen. The agent had no intention in sacrificing herself but she was not about to leave anyone behind if things take a turn for the worst. Though she had her fair share of ordeals, she could not live with herself if she allowed another to go through a similar fate.

"I cannot imagine what it would be like for males on your planet. Men on my planet would have turned hostile if they knew aliens 'were coming to steal their women' as they would claim. Though... I guess they were not too far off in our case," Alexandra sighed but simply smiled and shook her head. Shokushu and the treaty was the only thing keeping humanity going. Despite experiencing it for herself, the agent knew the alternative would be going up against alien races that could easily destroy them from beyond orbit if they so choose. The attractiveness of agents was mostly due to being recruited from rescued graduates of Shokushu, sparing them or at least delaying a future of slavery.

"Does this mean your society is no longer a matriarchy? Humanity's history was mostly the opposite. Men were in power and it took a great deal for women to become something more than house and trophy wives in my society. Even then, men still hold an advantage and many keep a tight grip to ensure no further control is lost. Were males on your planet reluctant or apprehensive or did some take advantage of the opportunity? I apologize if I am overstepping my bounds. I guess more importantly, is this fever something I should keep an eye out for? We should probably limit contact with anyone else criminal or not."

"I must say, I admire your drive to learn and teach others, Dr Llonen," Alexandra continued as she ran her fingers down her arm to her wrist before pressing gently, activating an injection of serum stored in her suit, "Since I became an agent, I have seen how the less savory alien races see and treat women. To know that there are Lo'Shareen that fight through the prejudice and exploitation to show that they are more than cruel rumors suggest means a great deal to me. I understand if it is a sensitive topic but if you can tell me anything about your experience with this 'heat' your kind experiences and how you combat it, I would be truly grateful. Agents in my line of work umm... Sometimes run into problems with alien creatures that use pheromones or air based aphrodisiacs to wear us down. It most likely does not compare to what the Lo'Shareen deal with throughout their lives. But perhaps we can share some science that could benefit both our races. I would love it if the others accepted both our kinds as legitimate players in the galaxy."

Not knowing too much about Earth, or the details of the treaty that kept them safe from the wider galaxy, the young scholar could only respond to the agents allusions and what she already knew. "Ah... yes." Feeling some awkwardness there, but perhaps trying her best not to show it, there'd be a moment of quiet from the Lo'Shareen. Was she supposed to apologise? 'Condolences, I guess?' Hmm, maybe not. After all, she didn't know this woman well enough, or the exact nature of her previous experiences. Still... She opens her mouth to speak, but further hesitation comes as the agent shakes her head. 'Right, don't go down that road'.

A new set of questions then, and honestly it's refreshing. Which aspect of her planet's home culture should she share first? The Male Rights movements, that are still ongoing? Though largely encouraged by offworlder's more than anything, in Llonen's opinion. The ins and outs of a typical male's lust for submission? Heh, maybe she should go the humorous route and share how many males on her planet wanted to be taken off world for sexual purposes, same as the women. It'd probably lighten the mood but-

"Oh." She hadn't... That was... She clears her throat, though you could see the slight red-ish tinge in the scholar's cheeks.
"Er... no, it's-ah... that's not... As a general rule I usually have the means of dealing with that. I know initially, before my people fully understood the issue, it was... difficult. However, we have..."
There's a vagueness to her gestures now. "...various solutions to the issue that we can now make use of these days. Not that it's often used by the general public, and there are still many people who like to visit our world exactly for that reason. But, at least now, we have legal prefects and officials who can... er... keep an eye on things. And, among those law enforcement that deal with outsiders, there'll usually be a regiment of various... er... preventatives taken."

There'd be more that Llonen intended to say, addressing other issues. Before she can bring these things up however, the agent's line of questioning continues and, seemingly interested now in the Lo'Shareen Doctor's own personal experiences, it'd be to this that she'd now have to address her words.
"Ah well... What can I say?" Though not before she responds to the flattery first.
"I just want to bring out the best in people." Her usual response... er... well, her usual response when the compliments aren't coming from some randy guy who's just obviously trying to butter her up. Heh... Part of the reason it's so lame is because she doesn't really get to say it very often. The best in people and, she'd personally hope, the best of this galaxy. Straightening her hair and fixing her glasses, honestly it'd be unusual to see her this flustered or relaxed. She'd know nothing of Alexandra, or any of the serums she used. She'd not recognise an injection taking place as it occurs right in front of her and, even if she had, she certainly wouldn't have mentioned it.

"Oh... er... of course." Which, despite it all, there would come a bit of tension and hesitation again as the conversation gets ever so serious, once again.
"I, er... I'm afraid I'm not much of a chemist. Mostly I specialise in the study of languages and people which... we probably won't be seeing all that much of either during this trip, since it's mostly 'get there, buy some gear, get to the ruins and study'." Turning her attention back to her newly opened luggage, right there next to her on the bed, there'd be a brief bit of rummaging as she seemingly searched for something.
"And though you did say we should probably limit contact, I generally try to keep myself out in the open and not hide away, where possible. There may be an issue here and there with the Lo'Shareen fever, but it can be overcome and... Well, speaking of which. It's not much but, if you think it'll help, you could probably look to get some of these when we get back to civilisation." From a small side pocket, carefully hidden among her clothes, Llonen would have a bunch of these. Each single pill would last about a week, and Llonen hardly expected this trip to go on for much longer than that but...
"They're mostly just a sensory blocker." A blister pack, over the counter, six pills in the one she's handing over now and probably many more in the rest of Llonen's current supply.
"I take about one a week, the er..." There's another hesitant pause and a blush.
"... the dose on these ones is fairly strong. There are other methods, but they only work for Lo'Shareen who's... er... Interspecies Impulse isn't quite as powerful. I had to spend a little while getting used to things and-ah, back when I was in my first year at least, when I was trying to get by on some of the weaker meds, I almost failed some of my preliminaries because I was too busy ... er... well, you know... 'getting to around the campus'." She wasn't sure why she needed to put things euphemistic like that. She could probably just say she rode and otherwise fucked almost every willing male, female, alternate gendered, corporeal, and otherwise student, lecturer and... on two shameful occasions, two simultaneous members of the janitorial staff in a closet.
"Downside is, I can't really smell or taste anything. And with all the wonderful new flavours to try out in the galaxy, I was a little reluctant to give it all up. However, since I did want to learn, and perhaps even teach, it'd soon become clear that it was either this or spend the rest of my days 'paying for my tuition' at the local brothel so... ah... here we are."

"Like I said, I don't know much about chemistry... though I am currently working on the basics for a doctorate in Xeno-biology. Got to know if there's a physical reason for how certain people tick, you know?"

The busty agent hoped she was not being too much of a bother. But, it was better to ask than second guess and remain silent. Despite the reddish skin, the Lo'Shareen woman still had a noticeable blush. Hopefully, this was not too awkward or embarrassing a topic.

From the sounds Dr Llonen's explanations, Lo'Sha was still a matriarchal society. Though taking outsiders, they were taking every possible precaution. They screened outsiders and interactions with officials were under strict regulation. Despite the rumors, the Lo'Shareen could be seen as rather disciplined in the case of those who do not fully succumb to their sexual urges.

They did have a simpler if a bit extreme solution to combat their vulnerability. Completely nullifying one's sense of smell and taste would help combat more air borne aphrodisiacs and pheromones. "I see..." Alexandra replied, "A blessing and a curse suppressing two of the five senses like that. This does take care of the issue for most though I suppose the dangers are not being able to smell things like smoke or similar signs of potential danger. But, you lacking a sense of smell was certainly a blessing coming on board this ship. So many different races and their unique... aromas. Guess this also means you are not a picky eater or do you have preference of texture instead?"

"I will see if the ADD are using such countermeasures. It cannot aid me but it can certainly help others if it does not hinder combat ability too much." Suppressing her own sense of smell was terrifying for the agent. It would mean she could not sense the addicting aroma she was hopelessly attached to. Unfortunately, it was a dead end for Alexandra. But, she could not deny it was nice to have someone to speak to. The ADD provided counseling but she could only tolerate hearing the same reassurances over and over again.

"My experience with biology is limited," Alexandra admits, "I focus more on tech, specifically nanotechnology. But, I try and learn what I can about other races when the opportunity is available such as now. I was... Rather apprehensive around aliens in the past. Shokushu tends to drill in the horrifying aspects of various races all the way to graduation."

"Err! I mean... Sorry... You did not recruit a guard to hear their past problems," the agent said, "Thank you for your explanation. It seems your sensory blockers will handle most of the issues. I will keep it mind should I smell anything off in the area." While the blockers were not useful to the agent, it did mean that she did not have to worry about Dr Llonen getting caught up in Alexandra's own aroma should something go wrong.

Though strange and a little out of place, in a way it’d be kind of comforting to see the more casual side of this ADD agent so soon. To be bothering a client, an official asset meant to be aided and protected with personal enquiries… There’s an element of unprofessionalism, but also… vulnerability. Was it eagerness, desperation, or perhaps a bit of both? For certain, there was probably more official channels through which the ADD itself acquired and developed new defensive stratagems, such tasks not meant to be taken by its troops. Protocol was probably finding itself a little bit stretched. In the end however, such opportune seeking behaviour, and care for her job one way or another, it’d certainly make this Alexandra seem all the more ‘Lo’Shareen’ to Dr Llonen. Albeit, Alexandra would probably have said it made her seem more ‘Human’.

“Smell yes, though I’ll admit it’s still a bit rough having to physically squeeze past some of these folks.” Which, she wouldn’t forget she’d sent her companion all the way through the length of the entire ship at the very beginning. Something to feel a little guilty about, but then this guard was the one who’s supposed to be helping her and… The good doctor was pretty much used to the looks nowadays, the combination of lust and recognition, volume and ratio of each varying from person to person. Instinctively, she’d exploited the opportunity to have someone else venture physically through the horny crowd, though now she’d had the chance to think about this ‘Human’ and how people probably perceived her kind as well, Llonen couldn’t help but wonder how similar people’s reaction to Alexandra must also be. Sucks how fate, or more specifically the ADD, would put together such a pair of people with almost near identical public images…

“It’s a shame. At least from what little we’ve gleamed and come to understand, we know the fever for my kind is pretty much scent based, and perhaps slightly psychosomatic. That’s actually one of the main reasons we don’t fully suspect outside tampering, as well as some of the more xenophobic conspiracy theories. And from the sounds of it, when those kinds of weaponised scents and hybrid pheromone mixes are used, they invariably tend to have an underlying, bio-chemical element. An aggressive component defusing in the lungs, quickly absorbing into the blood stream. Hmm, which come to think of it, a lack of smell could potentially act as a kind of weak point for others to exploit. Though, I’ve honestly never encountered it myself, and I tend to have an alarm and atmospheric sampler for most other things. I mean, if there’s smoke and the like.” Then again, she thinks, mind mulling this other matter over as she speaks, it’s actually something of a crazy coincidence just how many species out there looked so very much like these human aliens, especially at a glance.

Once again, there’s allusions to Shokushu, the Agent’s history, and some of the nastier aspects that must have led to this Human’s inclusion. There’s some brief uncertainty, an apology. “No no, it’s alright.” Which, for Llonen at least, she'd mostly see it as being a little… er… you could possibly describe it as ‘cute’. From a patriarchal society, apparently, there’d be elements to this ‘Alexandra’s’ behaviour that’d be kind of ‘masculine’, from Llonen’s point of view. There’s some shyness, some hesitation. Of course, living among the star, alongside so many other races and species, she’d gotten used to a bit of alien looseness when it came to gender roles. She’d had to get used to the idea of males sexually harassing women, as oppose to the other way around, for starters. Not entirely used to it, she’d often wonder how other Lo’Shareen, completely new and fresh to it, would go about dealing. Generally male Lo’Shareen put in more of an effort, and are typically more attractive than the almost pig like men out here in the galaxy. Though this isn’t entirely true for all the alien males, as Llonen had in fact found a man or two, here and there, who’d earned a good second or third look from her. Transversely, on the other hand, Llonen had also found herself wondering how those occasional, exceptionally rare male Lo’Shareens who came out to explore the galaxy got along. There’d probably be a few who did alright, but it’d likely be a little strange for most, now that they’re expected to be the woman in the relationship.

Fetching her credits then… “You know, I think I spotted a vending machine out there. Do you want anything?” Which, upon reflection, it would seem prudent to Llonen to at least pay the ADD Agent back for earlier. As it’d turn out, though Llonen wasn’t really all that picky an eater, something about chocolate still hit her as a craving, and when it came to texture and ‘mouth feels’ she sure did love having something warm and creamy that melted on the tongue… a preference she’d try to share and explain in the least lewd way possible.

"Oh yes, squeezing into those seats with all those groping hands and other appendages is why I wanted a private room. Rather not tempt fate and provide what they may think is an invitation throughout this trip." The companies that handle commercial space travel had rules and regulations to ensure their flights did not turn into something too lewd or inappropriate. It would harm business if women could not book flights without fear of being taking advantage of. But, Alexandra had plenty of reason to be cautious if not completely paranoid. The last thing she needed was to get in an argument about a passenger or a member of the flight staff groping her or her alien companion.

Food and eating tended to be a rather stimulating experience for humans. Nothing shifted moods like a delicious or disgusting meal. To be left with only touch and perhaps some hearing to experience the same meals would have far less of an impact. Dr Llonen's preferences made sense. Something warm and creamy would produce the most amount of sensations. Alexandra did not make any lewd remarks and simply nodded at the additional information provided.

Dr Llonen was on her feet, offering to grab some food from one of the ship's vendors. Relying on automated vending machines meant less personnel needed to walk throughout the ship handling everyone's orders. "I can eat," Alexandra replied, "I am not sure what I want. I am not too picky and I have no allergies to speak of. Guess anything that is not too messy to eat. Do you want me to go out there or come with you?"

As the Lo'Shareen's guard, Alexandra still had to ensure the woman's safety even on this comercial flight. But, the ADD agent would not press the matter should Dr Llonen state she would do it herself. She could understand wanting to walk about and stretch one's legs. Unlike normal flights on Earth, turbulence was not really a factor out in deep space. Only some sort of spatial anomaly, weapon's impact, or sudden gravitational force from a large passing mass would cause the ship to suddenly lurch. Staying in one's room or seat was recommended simply due to traffic throughout the vessel.

Once the red skinned alien left the room, the busty redhead let forth a sigh. She was always a bit nervous during missions regardless of the supposed safety. With the alien woman away, Alexandra saw it was good of time as any to clean up as best as she could. Showers were unavailable so one had to resort to wipes or damp rags to cleanse one's self. She wiped her face before releasing the seals around her neck. The suit would hiss as pressure was released. Breasts filled out as the agent opened her suit down the middle of her chest. She peeled the nanosuit off her shoulders and down her arms, freeing her upper torso completely. She sighed again as a hand gently hefted one of her breasts. The Ospoden Saint called her blessed but the human woman saw such beauty as a curse in her line of work.

Alexandra carefully ran some wipes over her bare skin, leaving a light shine of fluid in their wake. She focused on the front first, doing her best to not stimulate her hypersensitive globes. Dr Llonen said her sense of smell was nullified but the agent rather not test how that works against her own pleasant and addicting aroma. Despite her efforts, sighs continued to leave her lips as she ran over the luscious tit-flesh and slid under and between the doughy mounds.

Biting her lip, the Russian beauty knew she could not delay. She doubts Dr Llonen had issue with seeing some exposed skin but it was probably best to not be this casual with a client. Alexandra pulled her long red hair in front of her shoulder and did her best to reach behind her to wipe wash her back.