The architecture is a little older in some places, but the place has a clear vibrancy. There's graffiti on some buildings, but it's bright and fresh, not covered over with layer after layer of scrawls. The whole place looks like it came out of some alternate future-past, half Miami, half the nineties, half some place completely alien.

Sable turns abruptly to a Nixie display board with a large lever alongside it, the pivot far enough behind the board that the different lever positions neatly line up with the individual rows. She twists a ring on the handle until it clicks, and the board lights up with the distinctive orange glow. Another small display board at the ceiling counts down in the Rorchian alphabet and numerals, tracking the distance until the next junction, with no indication of which way she needs to route.

"Fuuuuuuck. Thank the stars we've been practicing the alphabet. At least it's English under the hood."

She selects the first entry, Warehouse, then clicks the button on the end of the lever. The display changes. She navigates to Imports, then Lumber, then selects a station in that neighborhood. The junction display at the top of the cockpit updates.

"Okay, route locked in. We're on our way."

"Oh, good.  My, uh, my translation power only works on speech so looking at that I'm completely lost."

"Earth's is slow, but works on everything. And this is even English, just with a weird alphabet, so it wasn't hard. Took some practice, though."

The junction distance rapidly ticks lower.

And Sable waits until it gets a little bit closer, then sharply pulls the junction selection lever to the left. The train trundles rapidly down the left branch of the junction in response.

"I'm really glad I have you. In multiple senses, even."

Eva smiles and takes a seat looking out the window.

"Likewise, cutie," Sable replies with a laugh. "For one thing, you're cute and fun. For another, we couldn't have snapped the kelp ourselves. But most of all we just really enjoy your company."

Out the window, runners leap between rooftops and swing across multi-lane train tracks with grappling hooks. The terrain rapidly gets more warehousing-oriented as they approach an imports district.

"Awwww, thank you..."

"Thanks for being with me."

Sable pulls the junction lever to various positions, every time with that rolling, ticking sound followed by a solid clunk into place, as they get closer and closer to their destination. Finally, they reach a loading station between several warehouses, the sign on one reading "Rallonkyte Lumber Imports" in the local alphabet.

Sable carefully parks the train. "Here we are."

Eva takes a breath. 

"Alright, here goes." 

She gets up and walks over to the train doors, and waits for Sable to come and join her.

"Oh fuck," she comments as she walks over, looking down at her attire. "I... am seriously considering trying to sell lumber while wearing a nightie and panties. What the fuck."

"I can try and take the lead if you want? Or we can see if I can lend you clothes from the weird wardrobe power."

"Let's try the latter first, and if that doesn't work, maybe you take the lead?"

"Okay, uh, turn around for a second."

She flushes a bit more, nods, and turns away.

A few moments later, a shirt lands on her shoulder, followed by a skirt kicked across the floor. 

And then there's a flash of light. 

"The wardrobe power only lets me swap between clothes I have, but I can wear the silly sailor suit and not worry too much. And I'd feel more comfortable transformed anyway."

Eva taps Sable on the shoulder. "You can turn around now."

Sable turns back, blushing and smiling at the sight of Eva in her sailor uniform. "It certainly looks good on you. I think I'll just use the skirt, rather than stretch out your shirt."

She bends down a bit, stepping into the skirt and pulling it up around her hips.

"Okay, that'll do, at least for now."

"Alright. Let's do this."

Eva gestures towards the doors. "After you."

Sable strides out, down to the office door on the side of the warehouse, a confident smile on her face. Having spent the past few days with the Pirates, Eva may be able to tell the difference between Sable's Business Smile and a normal one, but it's subtle. 

In she goes, looking for someone to do business with.

A Suit on a walkie-talkie is directing Craftsmen to and fro. He looks over and Rorchian exclamation marks flash in his eyes for a moment, then his stone mouth stretches into a smile. 

"An offworlder! Capital! Bringing me something special today? Let's talk business!"

Sable smiles and nods. "Yes indeed! I've got a piece of lumber back in my train," she jerks a thumb in the direction of the station, "that has an easy flexibility not unlike bamboo, but when dried properly and finished has a sturdiness and quality like the finest teak. Would you like to take a look?"

Bits flash in the Suit's eyes. "I'd love to!" 

"Taking a look at some product," he says into the walkie-talkie, "hold for a second." 

And then he walks with a firm confident stride towards Sable's locomotive.

Eva has to get out of the way pretty fast so as not to collide with the Suit.