Despite the fact that they had turned off Thunder Road and were now making their way down what looked like the creepiest part of Milieux to date anyway Jack still strolled along with utter confidence in his step. Every so often he would stop, consult his wrist bracer and then continue along.
Now it was his turn to be whistling cheerfully.
Sam was totally allowed to be creeped the hell out now.
[ooc: For
beenthroughthat. Poor man.]