"Outstanding then." John holstered his weapon and returned to the top deck, he stepped off onto the pier where a mass of Fallen, Dark Guardians, and Rouge Guardians bustled about. "It's busier than usual... Oh, almost forgot. Watch your gear. Sliest hands on this planet live here." He walked forward at a brisk pace. It was clear he was right at home. His attitude, however, was unique. The general attitude of the entire town seemed to be a shifty, aggressive stance. The sun was just past its zenith so they had quite a few hours before nightfall. John did not act this way. He acted as if they had mere minutes. "Hurry up, would you. There's someone you should meet for your... Condition. If you don't want to take the easy way out, then you should learn the life"