Mako Mori, daughter of Fleet Admiral Stacker Pentecost, went where she wished whenever she wished, generally unaccompanied, which was more than a little scandalous in its own right. Perhaps worse, were the rumors that she had a great deal of training in various arts of war and had chosen an intellectual life rather than accept any offers of marriage. She was twenty-three and by all accounts well into being a spinster. While other girls were set on a husband, Mako was entirely too interested in riding, hunting, Naval movements, and strategy. She was also the sole heir to Admiral Pentecost's estate and minor fortune.

Dressed in black, with her hair sporting two delicate braids in blue ribbon amid her long black hair, she was an oddity as her eyes swept the club but seems to care little what anyone thought about that. She watched the crowd for a moment, until someone bumped into her, that is. Her hand went out, with a soft pardon me, as if she were at fault.