As the girl comes to stand beside him, Puck peers out into the colony beyond. A sickly yellow sky hangs over the streets,where dust drifts across cracked pavement and broken curbs. The poor and displaced line the sidewalks, framed by crumbling buildings and heaps of litter. Everything looks worn down, dirty, and grim. The sharp contrast between this harsh reality and the gleaming spaceport behind him makes his breath catch.

He exhales a single word. “...Shit.”