Just then you hear the sound of the woman's stomach, but also your own as you continued to stand there, while at the same time realizing that you've been at the auction before you could grab lunch. You spent so much time at the auction, and watched that winner in glasses eat, that you lost track of time.
"Sorry, I guess it's been an hour since I last ate, which was this morning," the woman says. "Same here," You agree. "Maybe we should head to the ships sky-deck, and see what they have to eat." "Sounds like a plan," the woman comments. "By the way, my name's Victoria." "Maverick," You say, and you both head towards the sky-deck to order lunch. Meanwhile, there was a man in a trench coat, as he got up from the chair, and left the auction hall, without any of the masked employees watching him.