[It was a bad few weeks, to say the least, so the chance to go to the Citadel again already took a heavy weight off his shoulders. For a short time they would be absorbed into the futuristic world full of exciting advantages and advanced species. So after giving them a head's up, Bruce packed his backpack with notebooks and a change of clothes just in case, but they weren't going to be there long. He was sporting a full beard again these days, but it was reasonably groomed. He led the other two to the door he used to know like the back of his hand, and stepped into it without any hesitation.
The Citadel had a very specific feel to it, since it was a space station and had a controlled atmosphere. They stepped out of the hotel and into the Lower Wards, in a corridor not far from Chora's Den. It wasn't the nicest part of the Citadel to start in, but it was the least likely place for strangers to get questioned. Throbbing music came out of the Den, in true nightclub fashion, and Bruce gestured for them to follow him past it.] This is the seedy part, sorry. We're going to head into the Lower Markets and make our way up. Prepare yourself because this area's busy. [He smiled at them, because no time like the present to throw themselves head first into the culture. The Lower Markets were full of busy energy and the various alien species bartering and selling their wares.]