How terrible, Ildraniath... it wasn't like those clunky motorcycles at all! It was sleek, black -- and quiet.

Zouichi watched curiously as she examined the cloth; he wasn't exactly an expert on fine textiles, himself, but it had been a step above most of the material they'd been selling. Besides, easily destructable clothes? No one should be subjected to that.

He smiled. "Don't worry; you're in good company. I think most of the crew took the opportunity to buy food and supplies for themselves. But since I don't eat or drink..." A shrug. "There's no point in eternally accumulating credits."

Zouichi motioned back toward the building she'd been inspecting. "Not exactly Earth architecture."