Doctor Raphael Vitella headed down the hallway with what little luggage he had brought with him when he arrived on the shipyard. "Spare some change?" A beggar asked Doctor Vitella. Raphael handed him some money before continuing on his way. As far as he was concerned, the few seconds to help the down-on-his-luck refugee was time he could afford to lose. Not to mention that they were both people who lost everything during the Metacer invasion. He passed by people moving to and from their quarters, ignoring them as he continued heading down the hall. 

Doctor Raphael Vitella continued heading towards the passenger area, only stopping when he heard three pairs of footsteps. He turned around to see three men approaching him and pulling out knives, their eyes bloodshot, one of them trying to keep the hand holding their blade steady. "Well, well, well. Looks like a doc took a turn into Hell." One of the men said to Doctor Vitella. "Let me guess. You want my money so that you can spend it on your next fix. Here. This is all I have left. I won't have much use for it on my journey to my new home, considerin' that I will most likely be in cryo for the entire trip." Raphael said to the muggers as he reached into his pocket and threw all of the money at them, the three men rushing to grab it as he walked away.