Tieria. [Not a greeting, so much as a surprised statement. Neil hadn't expected anyone to be out this far, either. He had been out for a jog, dressed in shorts and a sweat-stained grey t-shirt. After catching his breath some distance away, he approached, still breathing heavily. Someone had been slacking off.
His hair was wet from either the shower he had right before he left the house (hey, water is a luxury in space), or from his running, it was hard to tell.]
[Lockon pushed his sunglasses up and slid them into his hair, looking at the side of the dome.] Sightseeing?