Ailyshia had been walking past, heading for a table when she heard the woman's order. She stopped, hands settling on her hips. "There is no point," she told the woman. "The replicators don't give alcohol.

The woman who spoke had her black hair pulled back into an elegant style, though there seemed to be no pins holding it in place, it just... stayed. Her eyes were gold, and seemed sharply amused, her lips half quirked. Her sunkissed gold skin spoke to a lifetime outdoors in the sun, as did the dirt on the hem of her long skirt. It was a simple dress, nothing too ornate, and it looked like she had been working in a garden before she came in. Not that Rey necessarily would know that dirt for that sort of dirt, at that point. The woman wore an expensive looking pair of necklaces, one was an hourglass with gold dust in the bottom chamber, the other was an ornately set dark purple stone.

Behind her was a man of the same coloring, who wore a necklace of his own, with a deep green jewel set in it. His gold eyes were friendly enough but there was something... off... about him. Also from his stance... he was more like...hovering behind the woman, rather than just standing behind her.