Angelus wandered up to the Maru. He stared at the ship, wondering if he was expected to knock or if this was the part of the day when the robots took over and perhaps offered you a nice drink before slicing your body into pieces with a laser beam.

*chirp* Proximity alert. Airlock.

Beka stood, tugged the black leather skirt -- she'd have to see about another couple if she was going to be going out so often, or staying in -- down, and the white silk blouse straight. She'd buttoned three buttons, in the interest of looking pulled together for this meeting, but both the bottom and the top were open. She was still Beka, after all, and there were some things she wouldn't change, for anyone.

She checked the instrumentation. Angelus, all right. One last deep breath, and she smothered her wariness to open the airlock.

"Angelus. Come in."

"Appreciate the invite," Angelus said, stepping through the entrance. He looked around. "Nice place. Very SciFi."

"As I understand it, you need one. The first time, at least." She shrugged. "It's more home than school is."

Now that he was here, it didn't seem quite so bad. Just awkward, the same as it might be with any other guest she didn't know all that well. She lead him into the cargo bay. "Care to sit? If you want something to drink or eat, ask and I'll get it. It'll save us both the awkwardness of me playing hostess. It's not my best skill." A small, tight grin at that. She hated hostessing, no matter the company.

"You know the routine," Angelus winked at her as he took a seat. "I don't drink... wine. Well I do, but not right now. So what's up?"