Sirocco Street - A vast change from the city above, the undercity is filthy. Lights hang from the ceiling, shining onto the cracked gray asphault. The air is completely still, with the only breeze being stirred up as a vehicle passes. Factory fronts have grown like weeds amidst the ruins of old shops that once inhabited this street. Sheppard is, as normal, moving along the alleyways, rifle held at the ready. He doesn't seem to note Kestrel yet, but his path will intersect with hers at some point. He also has a potato held between his teeth. "Twenty nine." Sheppard says firmly. Upper Reach Tavern -