Docca would be able to have no problems in finding a secluded spot between what used to apartment stacks sixty years ago, now with the top half of the building laying in overgrown heaps at the base. She'd receive a "Good luck" text from Kira about a couple minutes after she sent along her message to him. Apparently wherever he was there were a number of things that could keep him distracted enough to not answer a message that would literally pop up on the side of his retina display.<br/><br/>The ruined apartment complex for the most part looked and was unfit even for the most determined squatter--definitely a fixer-uppers if there were any. Emerging onto the main street, the good doctor would discover a group of squalor residents huddled around a burning barrel emitting wood smoke, laughing and talking. Even from a distance it was easy to tell that they were armed and waiting at the entrance of another complex. They hardly had the look of street gang, if only for the fact most of them looked way too old to be street punks.<br/><br/>If Docca approached them, a group of two human woman, man, and a she-orc and dwarf, they'd look up from their fire and give her suspicious looks.