Volissenait is standing in the shadows, hood to his cloak up, concealing part of his face. Kolek is nearby. Kolek taps the hood of the hovercar, rubbing his chin. Volissenait continues standing where he is, eyes scaning around. Dayton shuffles in from the Spaceport Ruins, his face half-buried in what looks to be a cup of instant ramen. Loud slurping noises eminate as he shovels the broth and noodles into his face. He seems to only barely be paying attention to where he's going. Kolek reaches for a cigerette, and then decides against it, glancing at the man with the ramen.