Yngvar was left thinking. Well, at least there were two options. He would probably have to hire a room in both, anyway. The question was, which one should be first? He was trying to think as a potential stalker. What would they expect to see, if anyone was watching him? Blend in the crowd was the first directive here.<br/>On such missions, it was better to assume that someone was watching him, so Yngvar did what any sane man would, after sleeping on a ship. He went to the shops to buy some clothes (dark but not black, the kind that blend well in shadows and are not too expensive or too cheap to attract attention), hygiene supplies, and have a fast meal.<br/>It also bought him time for thinking. He had plans, but they had to be changed by now.<br/><br/>While eating, he pondered his options. And, well, the private room sounded tempting, and it would be what everyone would expect of a weary traveller.<br/>It was, however, harder to blend in a crowd if everyone was keeping his distance, while being at least mildly curious. If everyone is bored with you and doesn't want to see you, it gets much, much easier!<br/>Besides, the other place had a storage facility, and hiring a bed there wouldn't alert anyone that the visitor has too much available money. So, barracks it was, then!<br/>And if people proved too curious there, well, he could always go to the other place. It could be explained with him breaking down and deciding to spend more money than planned. Explaining the other move would be harder.<br/><br/>After finishing his fast meal - eating fast was a military habit that he knew would kill him one day, if women, beams or bullets didn't kill him first - he went to the kiosk again.<br/>The taxi is a compact electric vehicle, something like a large electric golfcart except made for indoor use. The 'call taxi' animated icon was asking him to press it, and press it he did. There was no other need to wait.<br/>The car was simple and well... spartan. It fitted nice with the spaceport's air of minimum decoration. Obviously, that was the new style around, at least for the commoners. The war had probably ravaged the planet badly. He wondered for a moment whether the girl was still alive.<br/>Then he gave his order and started his routine of looking for anyone trying to follow him. It was probably useless, but habits like this could save your life, so it was worth to keep them sharp.