Flora panted loudly, staggering into the new city. But her mouth opened even wider when she glanced in awe at the sprawling metropolis in front of her.
This city was far more industrial than the previous, and Flora felt a tremor of nervousness even thinking of trying to barter out a room...after all, she didn't even speak Arabic, and she couldn't count on getting another impossibly nice hotel clerk like last time.
"So, like, for the time being we're probably gonna sleep in this alleyway," she finally admitted to Rose, Marita, and Marie after a few fruitless hours of trying to ascertain what the hell various signs were trying to say. "It's not claimed by any of the gangs, at least none that I've seen. And you can flip the dumpster top over and shield yourself from the rain, in case there's any of that."
She fished a metal pipe out of the dumpster and used it to fish through the contents, looking for anything interesting. "Any idea what direction Sartonic is?" she asked the others. "The sooner I can donate genetic material, the sooner we can have enough money to afford a hotel room."