Urfkgar is ambling away from the shuttleport with a bag of carrots in hand. Penumbra walks down the ramp that extends from the hangar bay of the ISS Orphic, smiling faintly as he takes in the surroundings of the spaceport and the pleasant Deserata afternoon. Handlers and carnival workers follow after Ian Penumbra, rushing to fulfill the obligations required to keep the roaming cavalcade on the move: Refueling and resupply. But Penumbra himself moves with unhurried precision, pausing at the bottom of the ramp to look around. Penumbra shrugs at Fulton. "Y'darin can tell you for himself."