(Context listed in the comments)
*You may now unbuckle your seatbelts and proceed towards the exits. Thank you for using our airlines and have a good day.*
As the wheels of the airplane touched the road, a custom of clapping hands together occurred. A custom of showing the pilot respect and thanks for a peaceful flight. Human customs are enjoyed by most but there are still those not interested in small acts of kindness. That was the exact reason why nobody mind when a single passenger did not clap her hands. The only difference between them and her was the fact that she belonged to a race which started someone out there in space. #25254 often wondered about the origins of her race, a mystery that not even her Queen could answer. She did often wonder about little details, there was little else to do when boredom takes over. The boredom of attending yet another boring human flight after yet another boring mission. #25254 had no right to complain, her Hive needed her skill but that did not mean they were always used to their fullest. Just like her latest mission which took just half an hour and only included her pulling a simple switch. At this point she did not even care about her goal, it was just the case of completing all objectives and going back home.