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He thanked Zonia as he went through the door, placing a hand on her shoulder as he walked past her. "Oh, I think the problem might be getting him to trust us." he said, looking back at her with a smirk. "If I remember correctly he's a little jumpy." He chuckled and walked a few paces past her, tail twitching as he looked back and waited for her. As they walked along, the streets seemed much more empty this time of day, everyone at work, and only a few dims on the street who were the unfortunate unemployed. Accompanying them were SWATS, but also sparser than the high traffic hours, more just keeping track of the vagrants and simply making their presence known.

As he limped along, he grumbled and struggled a bit to keep up with Zonia, but she was nice enough to make pace with him. He led her down towards the more condensed living areas in the center of the Dim settlement, finally coming down a narrow alleyway with small shacks lining each side of the street, all the curtains drawn, if there were at all. Some if not most sheds just had cardboard or plywood blocking the abscesses. Randa slowed as he thought back to the directions he had been given before his friend had been escorted from the factory.

He stopped for a second, tapping his chin in thought before walking down a few more doors, and looking back to Zonia. "He said we couldn't miss it.." He said softly to himself, before hesitantly deciding which door it was. It was a re purposed antique door, not fitting the rest of the hodgepodge of shacks around them. He looked back to Zonia. "This is the place. You ready, Zon?"