Turning too answer Kyvas' inquiry, the robed man spoke in a serious tone once again. "There are a number of accomodations available, but depending on throne level, suggestions include Bonebox and Longhouse." After having stated this, the robed man set his datapad down to his side and hanging by a ring on his belt. Digging into his pocket, the man soon pulled out a somewhat darkened old flyer, holding it out. "Bonebox means little more than room to lay down and security you wont be bothered there. Longhouse offers a good sized room for any client with enough thrones. Both superior to other offers in area."<br/><br/>The flyer the man held out contained an image of a long metal barrack-structure with a cross-cut made into the page showing two dozen rooms within it, around a central corridor. Private showers, too. Discretion guaranteed. Also, a price of 25 thrones per night in the building, but that was for renting out a room that could probably hold two in comfort, four in some discomfort, and six by a bit of stuffing but at least boasting that security. According to the page, it had the lowest murder-rate in the upper-level accomodations in the last decade.<br/><br/>"Bonebox costs a fifth of that by night, but provides 'coffin' sized room to sleep in, but also security that is<em>shot</em>if any of the clients are found robbed, assaulted or dead before they check out." The man spoke seriously. "Though many<em>spacers</em>seem content to sleep with whatever hovel they can crawl to after their entertainment."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The crew of the shuttle seemed to shoo the official away as they didn't get on the way towards the elevator, instead starting to prepare the shuttle for a launch back into the orbit, where as the couple of fellows that had rode the way down from the Broken Coin transport as well seemed to already have their plans laid out while heading to the elevators.<br/><br/>"The fifth is about as close as you can get to the surface on this damn metal hive, the floors above being only for nobles and the governor. So, the shops and 'respectable' places on fifth, with some legal but a bit iffy stuff on sixth, and seventh and below is what you'd expect from Hivers anyway. Eight and down, ehh its supposedly all factories, hydrophonic farms, old arcologies and scrapped facilities. And that's before you get to the underhive, some twenty floors down." Laughing slightly, a particularily loud man was shaking his head.<br/><br/>"So ah, unless you lads got a deathwish lets stay on the topmost three alright? The adeptus arbites from the 5th level will patrol all the way down to tenth but eh, from what I hear if you get shot and robbed down there, they will just tell you where to get yourself patched up unless they catch it going on."