[ They all were out of sector, Adela comes to think. She realized people's accents were not from her region, and she can't even pin down the Lieutenant's own as a point of comparison. The words 'company owned' earns her a concerned glance, as she grew up during the times of tycoons owning all operations in the far-flung colonies. No wonder she'd also seek an escape. ]

[ She brings out another of her rations packed in corn leaves, and offers one to the Lieutenant. Its contents are a dark orange dough with sliced carrot, potato, an olive, and strings of printed meat, all inside. Whenever if the Lieutenant accepts it or not, the Second Captain also offers her her bottled water (which has a somewhat salty taste). ]

Second Captain Adela María Pérez Gonzalez. [ She replies with her own accent, a hispanic one, which flows better with her own name. ] Gracias. But 'Siduri Station' doesn't ring a bell. I'm from the Aztlán Sector, used to be from Puerto Nuevo Vallarta. Uniform isn't familiar, so I don't think we're from the same 'verse, either.

[ She then leaned her head to look for badges of rank. Which, even if she finds, would realize they're different from her own. ]

Besides, not even sure how my rank translates to those of a lot of peoples.