The robed man stared at Miranda and her sister as their names were spoken, his hand moving on the datapad tapping in the letters with one hand the other gripping on the datapad's frame securely. The speed the man's fingers kept up was noteworthy, the gloved hand operating with pace suggesting serious practice or mechanical replacement with above average quality. Nonetheless, as the man got each woman's name down he simply nodded, turning his head towards Garviel who gave his name in turn.<br/><br/>Not a word had been spoken in return to Miranda's comment on manners, nor at least an obvious show in expression responding to it, as the man's hand moved clicking down the next name already, but after having those three names down already the fellow simply looked around at the others for any others that were going to answer. Not seeming terribly bothered if someone wasn't going to answer, the man recorded down any that did, before finally lowering his datapad somewhat and speaking up at them in a dull, serious voice.<br/><br/>"Elevators can take you down 3 levels, Arbites suggest that travellers remain within the higher two, do not attempt to access higher levels without special permit. Levels 5 and 6 are still relatively safe, and Arbites provide protection within their confines. Level 7 is open to travellers who seek more extreme forms of entertainment. At your own risk." The man broke into a new hacking cough after finishing his instructions, brushing his face with the arm holding the datapad.<br/><br/>Looking at the gathering for a few seconds, the man finally turned hsi eyes back at Miranda staring at her intently and speaking up. "Procedure is equal to all but specifically designated individuals. Nothing personal, miss." The words seemed a little uncertain, the first display of some emotion on the man after his arrival. Nonetheless, as soon as this was said, he turned to move towards the shuttle's pilot who had stepped out finally, repeating the procedure for the others.