Rhys makes his way from the dock to the Customes office with minimal trouble. So far, other than the strangely subdued music that seemed to be piped right into his brain, this seems like most other airports. Well, that wasn't quite true, but he was at least able to figure the place out well enough to get where he was going.<br/><br/>He takes a number ans sighs as he looks at it. "Going tah be a long day," he mutters, looking around for some kind of airport bar. Even if the drinks were overpriced, they at least helped pass the time. But, before he could really look for one (though he had a pretty good idea, having seen the word 'Memphis' in neon letters some distance away), he noticed a pair of women talking. He got close in time to hear the tail end of their current conversation.<br/><br/>"Now now lass," he slips in, smiling crookedly in what he expects is a charming way, "it wouldna be fair tah deprive the world of yer beauty."