Nikoh held the cigarette in his lips and away from his facial tentacles, walking towards the platform as he pulled his visor back down and adjusted to the vision behind the thick lenses. The smoke plumed from his ventilator meeting the finer tastes of cigar-chomping Glukkons that too filled the platform, as Nikoh scanned his surroundings and noticed himself being met by the gaze of a group of Slig security.
"Prob'ly just admirin' me." Nikoh chuckled to himself, his voice unable to be carried amongst the raucous industrial big cheeses.
Whether this bustle would be a lead or not Nikoh was welcome for the break, like the rest of his bretheren and all at the platform; he'd rather gaze and gawk at something shiny than be met by the reality and tirelessness of his task at hand. A Slig, seemingly private-hire and lacking the badges of the Depot security, bustled past him having appeared to be sent on some errand by his sun hat sporting Vykker superior. He'd never had much of a liking for Vykkers, a head bigger than Glukkons is just asking to get shot, regarldess he pushed his way through the crowd gathering and towards the Vykker, the billowing steam of nearby engines and turbines doing nothing to warm himself against the chills carried on the wind through the open air of the platforms. Nikoh waited.
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