Outside the Radius two figures were making their way toward the building's doors, boh limping but one clearly in a better mood than the other.<br/>"I wouldn't call it a success per se but it could have gone a lot worse." The shorter of the two smiled at his companion, a an odd android built entirely out of colorful minerals, resembling a roughly humanoid mannequin with no facial features whatsoever except for a single camera lens in the middle of it's 'face'. The mannequin looked down at the short, purple-skinned alien named Dirke, looked at its destroyed arm, crushed foot, and then at the stained tourniquets tightly encompassing about half of the alien's face.<br/>"Oh, come on, G, lighten up! We're alive, aren't we? Where there's life there's a way!" the bony, purple hand patted the droid's lower back. That was about as high as Dirke could reach, His head barely at the same level as the droid's waist. "Every setback is just life getting a good swing before catapulting you off to success! You'll see! You'll recharge your batteries, I'll recharge mine, we'll find you some nice solar rubies to replace the arm and then we're back in business! We'll earn our credits' due on this rock or die trying!"<br/>"G" shrugged, nodded and focused its lens on the neon name of the bar in front of them.<br/>"Yeah, that's the place I was talking about. Best prices for rooms in this hemisphere! Mighty comfy for the amount you pay, too. Or so I've heard..."<br/><br/>"G" opened the door, allowing Dirke to shuffle through first while looking outside as if to try and look for anyone pursuing them. It then slouched a little, the doorframe of course being just a few milimeters too low for it to enter normally. the purple alien grinned again at his companion, his bright orange eye glowing excitedly in the dim room, dark green hair flowing gently on the non-covered half of his head despite there not being any gust or wind. There were less people here than Dirke anticipated, perhaps they arrived just before the rush hour. He looked around to try and find anyone to inquire about the rooms but it seemed as though everyone was busy, The imposing giant, most probably a bouncer, was busy talking up some glowing dame, the red haired feline waitress was in the middle of a heated argument with another client. "G" looked at Dirke.<br/>"What?" the injuired alien asked. "You see they're busy, don't you?"<br/>The lens kept glaring at him. "Oh, you're worried about the face. Don't you know me? In a couple hours it'll be as good as new, maybe with a couple of scars. Trust me, my face heals just as fast as any other part of my body, you've seen me getting shot enough times to attest to that. Besides, I heard scars add to character."<br/>He waddled up to the counter and gestured at his companion. "Come on, patience is a virtue, I'm sure someone will come around eventually!"