The air was thick with exhaust, and the noise was booming with voices of multiple languages. The streets were packed with people making their way to wherever they needed to go. Describing it as crowded seemed inappropriate for the sheer mass of humanity that was in witness. Within the cacophony were few standouts, one of which was a large man with blue arms of all things.<br/><br/>Joseph made his way through the crowd with relative ease, folk tending to give him room where he went. He was rather hard to miss and most didn't want to get pushed aside. It was for the best, as many would have been walked into had they not. Joseph's focus wasn't on what was in front of him, but where he was going. A large grin plastered on his face, his one eye squinted in glee as the other glared cooly in it's LED light. The space elevator to the Feronia wasn't far now, and his new job and meal ticket was just in sight.<br/><br/>He hefted the duffle bag to his shoulder to better carry it through the crowd, and pushed onward. It felt good knowing that he'd be anonymous to this new crew. Though some may know of him, most only knew about his recent work. It put a grin on his face, knowing it was yet another fresh start. He repositioned the bag yet again and continued forward until the elevator was in site.<br/><br/>"Joseph Cosh, expert pilot." He stated, chest puffed out slightly, waiting for the looks from the 4 men standing there. "So where's the beauty of a ship i'll be guiding through the stars?"