After making his way into the residential district Rocky had wasted little time marching straight for his favorite deli. To many the sight of something like Rocky moving with such purpose was a worrisome thing to behold. Everyone who knew of the Skälen understood that they were a race of hunters. Those whom had had the misfortune of meeting a Skälen pirate knew even better that Rocky and his kind weren't exactly discriminate about what sorts of meat they were willing to consume, sapient or otherwise. In spite of this, Rocky's entrance into the deli shop was met only with a pair of warm smiles from the elderly human couple that stood behind the counter, "[i]Rocky, my boy! We haven't seen you in nearly three days. Me an' the misses here were starting to think you'd left already![/i]" the old man said jovially. Seeing as he all but lived in the deli whenever he had the time, Rocky couldn't help but give a somewhat grating chuckle at the thought, "[b]Been busy. You aren't rid of me yet though.[/b]".

The exchange that followed after the greeting was short and sweet. With Rocky being short on time today he didn't exactly have the opportunity to peruse the shop and try as many samples as he would have liked. After about three or four minutes worth of browsing Rocky came away with three half racks of terran pork ribs, and some sort of thin, blueish grey paste that the deli owners said was made by the Seluzu. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it tasted fairly good, especially when he dipped the ribs in it. 

After purchasing his meal using his work issued credit chip Rocky managed to retain just enough self restraint to avoid unwrapping his first half rack until he was about five steps out of the shop. All too quickly did the meal disappear into his ravenous maw, being devoured bones and all in a flash of teeth and tongue. The second rack was devoured a bit slower as Rocky decided to take the time to properly peel apart the ribs before he dipped and ate them. The pressing matter to acquire sustenance having been settled, Rocky began to amble towards the direction of hangar Delta, all the while dipping a hand into his deli bag to produced a new rib to chew on as he worked his way through rack three.