(Bain) Bain pushes through the slums, his skin being eaten away by the filth of this place. He looks around doggedly for food, following the trail of a rat that crossed his field of vision. Junk goes skittering out of the way as he uses the Force to clear a path. And, now, he delicately picks his way through the filthy streets of the slums, hood up, gray eyes alert. He appears to be looking for something... or someone. In one such particular attempt, the object of his attention is a fellow child. Whatever the children tell each other is secret to them, but they chat pleasantly for some time.