"Close enough," Shepard replies, "Let's just say... I don't feel a strong need to ask a lot of questions about what goes on in Ketterdam."

Mostly because she assumes it's not terribly different, when you get down to it, to how things used to be run on Tenth Street, more or less. Bigger or smaller, the streets were the same; choked by people, and the ways they eat one another. The doors open on a glorious afternoon. The morning wagon is here, and nearly loaded, just about ready to become the afternoon wagon. Shepard follows the way down; it's not that she can't walk, of course; but it's a long walk without a drink, and she doubts very much that Kaz can.

"Seriously, don't worry so much. They've both been here longer than me, and they're definitely better established."