The hangar is colossal. Nearly 100 meters tall, it can accommodate nearly any capitol ship capable of planetfall. From the<em>Peregrine</em>'s slip, it is nearly a kilometer to the hangar's exit to the spaceport. Nova finds an uneventful trek there seated on one of the trams making an automated run around the hangar on its track.<br/><br/>The hangar opens onto what every sailor wants as soon as he's off-ship. This sector of the spaceport is devoted to all manner of gambling dens and houses of ill-repute, all of which serve up a smorgasbord of chemical stimulation to indulge upon. Neon and holograms advertise all manner of refreshment, dining, and merchandise.<br/><br/>Propositioned a few times (for chronographs, games of chance, and various street foods in addition to more carnal offers) before getting to her destination, it's typical of this district. Garish lighting, loud music, and many booths around a central floor offering both dancing and games of skill. Most of the booths are occupied by spacers relaxing after a voyage; some crews sharing a drink, others sharing hired companionship, some planning the next trip. The closest of two bars is near Nova and has a stool open.