The lady in front of Marion was hard to miss. Horned, golden skins fading into tones of yellow and orange, clad in almost skin tight leather. And she came complete with a side arm. (and a set of knives in her boots). So, she was hard to miss. It was also hard to mistake Trance for anyone else. Still, she was polite.

"That's me." Trance pulled a curtain, sectioning off an area away from prying eyes and curious ears, wishing the Enterprise had something akin to Andromeda's Privacy Mode.

"You have my word I wont say anything unless lives depend on it. May I ask who sent you to me?" There could be a number. Tyr was doubtful, but a possibility. Harper, Dylan. Even Julian if this woman had something more nanotechnology related.