A young man, barely more than a lad, walks out of the convenience store admist a small throng of customers. In his hands is a small package which he opens quickly and extracts a new commlink. A sigh escapes his lips as he looks at the commlink wryly, "Could've used this earlier..." Peliomn floats into the landing bay, the Centauran above the human groupings, floating roughly 10 feet from the floor. Anastasia steps off the shuttle from Antimone, hands in the pockets of her longcoat as she heads towards the convenience store, eyes scanning the people in front of her as she goes. "Oui?"