"You aren't wrong." The comment was followed by a glance down at the machine beneath him, appreciating how it had made the trip here far more exciting than it would have been had they relied on local transit instead.
Since she seemed curious about what they could possibly be going to this literal slum for, he resolved the simplest answer was the best. And it would be somewhat amusing to observe what her reaction was. "Going to go see our tailor, he said the new batch was finished." It was certainly odd to realize that quite a bit of the material that the Xenos used came from sympathetic elements on planets like this, and to some extent even the more refined places in the House. Beneath every polished surface was hidden discontent, and brooding malice behind every forced smile.
