It didn't take long to find the place where the taxi was to be waiting. The shuttle itself looked like it'd seen better days. He found himself questioning the flight-worthiness of the craft, but the draw to be back in the air again was far too great. He headed up the ramp and knocked lightly against the side of the ship when he was inside.
"Wash?" he asked toward the cockpit. "I'm Leto. I called ahead... Tour of the City?"
The signage about fare was not lost to him. He wondered about it, but didn't press. He'd found a bit of foreign, old-fashioned currency in his apartment when he arrived, and he had it on him now. It was strange that credits weren't the primary method of payment here, but again he reminded himself that the era of this city was far behind what he was used to.