Naxul’s upper concourse hums under white strip-lights and thin recycled air. Tar moves with the crowd in his formal combat clothes, leather dark and fitted, light plating catching the shop-glow. Most people give him room without looking twice.
A blue-skinned woman near a vending arch suddenly doubles over and vomits onto the polished floor. Nearby pedestrians flinch back, then keep walking, annoyed more than alarmed.
A small service bot rolls in at once, its lens-eye blinking green. It sprays foam, scrubs the spill, and projects a clean-up fee onto the floor in bright amber text.
Osoablae
I am fine. Just... give me a second.
She wipes her mouth with a shaking hand and sways, one palm braced against the vending arch. Her breathing is shallow, and the bot keeps waiting with patient mechanical silence.
The Service Bot
Biohazard service complete. Cleaning charge pending. Please present payment.
The crowd compresses and drifts around Tar, the concourse still moving, still ordinary, except for the woman’s unsteady posture and the bot’s glowing bill.
✓ Quest Accepted
Help the blue-skinned woman
“I say, you look like youre from far from this planet, are you feeling okay enough?”
SUCCESS (Good Willpower, rolled +0)
Tar
You look like you are far from this planet. Are you feeling okay enough?
Osoablae
Far enough, yes. Right now, no. Camus air hits me wrong, I think. My head is spinning.
She straightens a little, then has to brace harder on the vending arch. Her eyes track Tar’s face, trying to focus through the nausea.
Osoablae
You do not sound like Naxul, either. That a concern, or just talk?
The service bot idles beside the stain, its fee projection still glowing, but it does not interrupt. The concourse keeps flowing around them.
Osoablae
If you are asking whether I can stand, yes. If you are asking whether I should try to walk alone, probably not.
She gives Tar a tired, crooked look, half embarrassed, half grateful, and waits for what he does next.