When Tony looked at her like that, Sundance stared right back at him, simply waiting. She only gave the subtlest of dips when it seemed that the man had put aside that line of conversation. When directed, she coolly floated closer, the rear half of her star-shaped body rotating this way and that so that there was never truly a moment that she was absolutely still.
Since he hadn't hesitated to set out, the Ghost saw no reason to question his preparedness. She dutifully hovered close, keeping lower than she usually would, moving just enough to keep out of Tony's way, although if she noticed too many curious eyes, she'd consider ducking into the man's bathrobe for cover.
The residents of the lower sectors were either the poorer folk just trying to get by, heads ducked down as though afraid to draw attention simply by meeting the wrong person's eyes. Others were the obvious entrepreneurs, trying to solicit their wares, most likely stolen if not very illegal in some form or another. Strange alien faces hawking their sales pitch in equally strange languages.
The deeper they moved along, the more sparse things became until the area around them looked nearly abandoned, walls marred in graffiti, some scored by some kind of weapons-fire here and there. Fewer people dwelt in plain sight, tucked beside old storage units or abandoned building entrances in a spice haze. The world below was definitely a different vibe compared to the topside of the city, and most of the lighting was barely maintained but completely artificial, so deep down as they were.
The Black Sun, Sundance eventually pinged, her glowing core turning towards a particular symbol painted haphazardly on one of the walls amidst old advertisements and bleak tags in dripping alien script.
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Since he hadn't hesitated to set out, the Ghost saw no reason to question his preparedness. She dutifully hovered close, keeping lower than she usually would, moving just enough to keep out of Tony's way, although if she noticed too many curious eyes, she'd consider ducking into the man's bathrobe for cover.
The residents of the lower sectors were either the poorer folk just trying to get by, heads ducked down as though afraid to draw attention simply by meeting the wrong person's eyes. Others were the obvious entrepreneurs, trying to solicit their wares, most likely stolen if not very illegal in some form or another. Strange alien faces hawking their sales pitch in equally strange languages.
The deeper they moved along, the more sparse things became until the area around them looked nearly abandoned, walls marred in graffiti, some scored by some kind of weapons-fire here and there. Fewer people dwelt in plain sight, tucked beside old storage units or abandoned building entrances in a spice haze. The world below was definitely a different vibe compared to the topside of the city, and most of the lighting was barely maintained but completely artificial, so deep down as they were.
The Black Sun, Sundance eventually pinged, her glowing core turning towards a particular symbol painted haphazardly on one of the walls amidst old advertisements and bleak tags in dripping alien script.