Syntropy walked cautiously through the streets, unsure where to go for help. On the horizon the city's lights had seemed bright, like a beacon of hope for her; upon arriving she'd found everything to be dark and bleak. She wrapped her arms around herself, even though the stored up heat she'd stolen from the escape pod still radiated off her body. She felt vulnerable and the thin fabric clinging to her didn't help to reassure. Couldn't the scientists have at least given her some shoes when they'd shuttled her away? All she knew was that they'd done so in a hurry during some kind of emergency, but she had no idea why they'd send her off alone without an explanation, let alone a modest outfit.<br/><br/>Following the faint sound of a voice, Syntropy came to the doors of the bar. Unlike the other dwellings she'd passed this one seemed open to the public, so she pushed through into the dim interior. Her wide eyes travelled over the few figures she could make out, though she made a point not to study anyone too closely in case they took offense... or considered it an invitation. She would have to talk to someone, of course, so she walked up to the counter slowly. The man behind it looked as tense as she felt, he also seemed like something out of a history book; and not just because of his age.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-size: 9px">Excuse me,</span>" she began quietly, before clearing her throat and trying again. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a shuttle dock. Or space elevator. Or however it is you get off of this planet, please."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>