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Dorian nudged April as they sat down into the car, giving her a nod as if to ask them what's up? He figured now wasn’t the place to talk openly, their driver seemed like the chatty type who’d be willing to sing for a few credits. But it was clear something had grabbed their attention if even for a moment. Then again, it could just be time playing tricks on them again. He didn’t have long to focus on these thoughts as the driver made his way like a taxi out of hell. Zipping this way and that in between spaces so tight he figured the man might actually be a geometry major with how narrow those calculations were. As soon as they broke through the tunnel, Dorian tapped the side of his earpiece, having half his helmet come out as a sort of respirator. Covering his nose and mouth to filter out the horrid stench that clung to the air of this planet. 

He watched as the curtain above moved, wondering if someone was onto them, perhaps a ravager who’d caught wind of what’d happened back on the belt. Dorian tried not to dwell on it. [color=CC99FF]”I genuinely don't see ‘ow you could miss t’is place. We can ‘ardly breat’e ‘ere, let alone stand wit’out gettin’ shoved around like Yank in Time Square.”[/color] He followed behind Danni, keeping a close eye to those who may come near them as they approached. Danni got one thing right, this methane dump was practically hell, but even Limbo sounded more pleasant than this place was. He took in the environment, finding one of the tables was acceptable enough from a defensible position in the event of a show down like what Hans had. [color=CC99FF]”Sure, just get me a drink while youre at it chere.”[/color] Dorian said as he began to make his way towards the empty table.

The scene reminded him like something out of the Fifth Element. It’d been years since he saw it, recalling when his dad had made them all see it as he claimed it was a classic. The place was nothing near as glamorous as the opera house with the Diva, but the scene still felt the same. An impossible voice sung by an alien woman in a room that would captivate the audience yet escape them all the same. He couldn’t help but wonder if the melancholy feeling of her song was because she was being held captive by whoever was upstairs being guarded. Clearly a high profile client, and one that Dorian was now itching to know.