Pitstop on Pittsburgh

[Toaster]

"If you're hoping for a next time, you'll have to really impress me," Olivia chuckled. Despite her reservations concerning her companion's nature, she couldn't help but feel at least a slight connection between them. As long as she stayed on his good side, she doubted she had to be particularly worried about his more cold-blooded tendencies and might just be able to enjoy a few hours of relative relaxation on this dustball of a world.

Up ahead, the squalid city approached, its dim lights and scarce traffic now the only source of illumination, the sun having passed below the horizon, drowning the world around them in darkness. Even through her helmet's filters, Olivia could smell the stench of the town, the air reeking of waste gases, rusted metal, and oil. From afar, it looked little different from the enormous factory plants they had passed by, the only immediate distinction being the lack of gargantuan furnaces spewing fire and ash into the atmosphere.

"I could use a bite to eat," Olivia readily admitted. "I just hope I can keep my appetite if we're headed in there."

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Olivia Sable