It was a nice place, by aruetii standards. As a mando’ad Novoc had been trained from birth to value buildings – especially homes -- on the basis of their defensibility, and to that end he noticed several flaws in the building’s structure without even thinking about it. But still, the murals were pretty. He could easily picture Byrne in a place like this -- and it seemed he had indeed lived here for a while, if the lobby directory was anything to go by.
He wasn’t likely to get any answers by standing around. He made a mental note of the number next to the name, then casually followed the next person to come along into the elevator. They glared at him, but didn’t say anything; that was foreigners for you. Drop them in a nasty place like Japanifornia and they turned selfish, stopped looking out for anyone but themselves. He wondered, not for the first time, what Byrne had seen in this place.
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Date: 2014-12-19 06:39 am (UTC)He wasn’t likely to get any answers by standing around. He made a mental note of the number next to the name, then casually followed the next person to come along into the elevator. They glared at him, but didn’t say anything; that was foreigners for you. Drop them in a nasty place like Japanifornia and they turned selfish, stopped looking out for anyone but themselves. He wondered, not for the first time, what Byrne had seen in this place.