Megan had developed a deep fondness for the observation deck over her time on Stacy. It had been largely empty since the Rebellion had quieted down. She liked laying out on a couch and watching the swirling void of the bleed slide by.

The sound of footsteps and a loud metallic jangle roused her attention and she sat up, peering over at a man in a bow tie who appeared to be carrying around a largish cardboard box full of various and sundry damaged things. Rolling off the sofa Megan waved to the man when he looked toward her.

"Am I missing out on a scavenger hunt or something?"