"Twenty-one eighty six or something around there. Everyone I've talked to seems to have gotten here the same way I did. I was minding my own business and then I was on one of those shuttles," Haruto spoke as he motioned to the shuttles in the distance, already departing as quickly as they had arrived.

"There are humans who have been staying here, but there are a lot of different races. I don't think we're the most postively viewed race in the galaxy. No one's been actively hostile to me other than the wildlife. If you can call it that. More like stray dogs and other creatures wandering around. I don't think they appreciated me thinning their numbers either, so I can't blame them for being mad at me."

The barrage of questions doesn't bother him at all. When he had arrived, he knew how confused he'd be and could only imagine how worse it could be on someone who didn't handle things as well as he could. Anything he could do to help...