Oh Vizzal did more than gasp. Beneath that robe she shuddered,rubbing her arms as her tails quiverd. Gut instinct, haunting chills, those in tune with the force recognized it as a message, usually being that something is wrong. Vizzal glanced up but could divine nothing other than traffic and city lights. "Not above us. Perhaps below?" she querried as she glanced groundward. "Tyran? In your scannings have you come across cities with underground facilities?"