[Even Mars wouldn't be without its smugglers dens, and the vastness of space is home to all sorts. Some who would fit into a locale like this, and some for whom it'd be far too luxurious, exposed wiring and crude armor suiting them far better.
Takasugi leads them down the initial path, vendors stacked nearly on top of each other to sell their ill-begotten wares before the new arrivals run out of money. Not ten booths in he raises an arm to brush a flap of cloth away, revealing jewels with brown husks that hardly gleam in the light.
It's just a glimpse, offered wordlessly, before he continues.] You seem like a hard sell, in a place like this.
What were you doing? Physical labor? [His probing isn't pointed, though he likens the labor of lifting stock to spilling blood.]
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Takasugi leads them down the initial path, vendors stacked nearly on top of each other to sell their ill-begotten wares before the new arrivals run out of money. Not ten booths in he raises an arm to brush a flap of cloth away, revealing jewels with brown husks that hardly gleam in the light.
It's just a glimpse, offered wordlessly, before he continues.] You seem like a hard sell, in a place like this.
What were you doing? Physical labor? [His probing isn't pointed, though he likens the labor of lifting stock to spilling blood.]