Ianthe continued to grin at the pair's description of the place, and dipped her head in thanks as the Goz passed her a room-key.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Honestly,"</span>she told him,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I'm with you. I don't get the spicy-food fascination, either. But my friend picked the spot, so I don't have a lot of choice. Thanks so much -- for the room and for the directions."</span><br/><br/>With that, she slipped out of the bar and up the stairs to the room. It wasn't four-star accommodations by any stretch, but it had a bed, and a shower, and a sturdy lock -- everything she needed, right now. After bolting the door behind her she shucked out of her armor and underclothes, and half-leapt into the shower. She let the water pour over her for a long time, savoring how it salved sore muscles and lifted the physical toll of her earlier activities.<i>It would be nice to just stay here and sleep a while</i>, she mused inwardly. But the job wouldn't complete itself. She dried off and dressed quickly, checked her weapons and gear, and, locking her room behind her, headed back out of the hotel into the gathering evening.<br/><br/>She followed the surface streets to Blazin' Pete's rather than risk the alleyways, letting herself blend into the crowds that inevitably choked every Sin District in every city everywhere.<i>Up the road to High Trail, turn right, seven blocks and then left.</i>The climate regulators in her stealth suit struggled to keep up with the heat of this planet, and by the time she reached her destination she was sweating despite her recent shower. She risked the headache as she entered, broadening her mental perception, seeking out those psychic 'blank spots' occupied by androids while letting her gaze sweep over the clientele as she looked for Giantprick's lieutenant.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>