Triam Akovin was woken from a weak slumber as her ship chirped angrily at her, alerting her she was but moments from her destination. She was snoozing in her chair with her feet (bare) propped up on the dashboard. She promptly fell over with a tiny yelp. Her head popped back up to look at the map so she could remember where she was.
Perhaps her "weak" slumber was a bit of an exaggeration.
Polis Massa. If memory served correctly, she had two clients here that want her precious goods. 25 kilos of Songsteel, and 25 kilos of Phrik. Of course though, neither client wanted that much, and she was okay with this. One wanted 7 kilos Songsteel (a material that was useless to Triam, considering it was so difficult to smith) and the other wanted 5 kilos of each. That totaled up for her today as 470,000 credits. Hardly a fraction of the wealth she would gain from Popo. Still nice though.
Finished with her business with her first client, she now made her way to her second client.