Tevlun gives Miyaka a grateful smile for her support, but even so he seems to be in a rush to leave once the starport controllers clear the ship for debarking. He packs up his tools and stows them in his carrying case, then holds the case over his head as the boarding ramp lowers. "S-sorry again about th-the trouble, but uh... welcome to Locus, Nyriaan!" Outside, the weather is warm, humid, and misty; his protective gesture doesn't keep him dry at all as he heads into the streets. The buildings lining the streets would barely be visible if they weren't plastered in the artificial glow of neon signage, and the natural glow of lichens and fungi that cling to nearly every building. A few droids hover about, cleaning the growths off of walls and rooftops, but it seems like a lost cause.<br/><br/>The beings walking the city streets mostly seem to have given up on staying dry, preferring to wear loose or scant clothing to stay cool. Only the starport workers grudgingly wear protective jumpsuits. Your docking bay exits onto the streets just south of the starport. At the intersection, a stocky and muscular near-Human woman wears a bathing suit that emits holographic signage that surrounds her body, and an especially large holograph orbits the top of her head. No matter which way she turns, the signs point to a speeder rental depot--"Speedy Greepo's Speeder Depot! So fast you'll be there and back before I can charge you!"--while others list landspeeder and speeder bike models, deals, and specials.<br/><br/>Across from the speeder depot is a crowded cantina. The glow of vidscreens spills out into the street, refracting into a small artificial rainbow as it strikes the mist. The band inside is almost drowned out by the sound of the establishment's generators, which are straining to keep the climate controls running inside.