The township, if one could call it that, was quaint and rustic in flavor and population. But he didn't know how far the settlement spanned around the colony ship. Judging by the treeline before they entered the streets, there was likely farmland or some area for extracurricular activities close by. Neil was always fascinated by how even low-tech worlds fashioned their tools and items from various equipment they couldn't hope to manufacture themselves. The group passed by men carrying shovels fashioned out of lasrifles, and a turbine had been reutilized and cut down as a wind sifter above one of the outerlying buildings. Even some of the clothes looked to be remnants of old jackets worn by the spacers who landed here however long ago, though that was only one one or two of the colonists. 

The people here had fair hair of brown, blonde, and a few redheads, though Neil and his other crew members seemed to be the only ones with black hair in eyesight. The men were relatively tall and round faced, though strong of arm. The women had feminine features but many had the callused hands of a worker. Had Neil crash landed here a few years ago he would have had his fun with a few of the girls, but at the moment he was more wary of the men eyeing Sayeeda, and to a lesser extent Taya (though the former could certainly handle themselves more than the latter). For Taya's sake, she seemed to enjoy the attention quite a bit, waving to a few of the wide-eyed lads and giving respectful nods to some of the curious onlooking women. 

"Are you a pilot?" a voice asked from the crowd, drawing Neil's attention. 

It was a boy, about a dozen years younger than Neil. With a moptop of brown hair, he had a bold look to his eyes, but he was overriden with curiosity. 

"Yeah how-" Neil began, but he realized the boy made a lucky guess in his ignorance. Anyone was likely a pilot to him and he just happened to pick the one who made it their job. "Yeah, I pilot the ship we flew in. The freighter?" He waited, but the word didn't seem to have registered with the boy. "We call it the Highlander." 

"Do you shoot space lasers out of it?" 

Neil felt himself cracking up at the on-point question, even as a young women who could either be his older sister or his young mother walked up. She had the same colored hair, long and tied at its end in a ribbon. Her eyes were blue compared to his brown. She placed her hands on the boy's shoulders and looked down at him with a stern look. "Tomas, you don't just bother outlanders. They're busy people..." 

"Oh it's ok," Neil said with a smile. "I love answering questions." 

She looked up at him, an odd catch in her eyes. "Well that's very kind of you, sir." She said, trying to hide a smile even as her eyes locked onto his. "Maybe later you could answer a few I have?" 

"Mmmmmaaaybeeee?" He said, not intending to follow up on that at all. Instead he bounded off, even as the boy began to complain to the woman that she scared Neil away. He seemed to be right on the money today. Neil caught up with the group just as Gerome welcomed them. Before them was a central square, cordoned off with a cleverly designed wooden fence, obviously made to be portable in an event such as this one. Neil imagined the crowd was now far larger because of their presence. Neil stuck close to Sayeeda, grabbing her hand. "I hope they have something strong to drink...but not too strong."