"Here?" She shakes her as she leads him to the main street, dodging the potholes and the scrawny vagrants shuffling about, shaking and muttering to themselves. Cyborg's appearance isn't going to be attracting many strange looks from those who can be bothered to see beyond the tip of their nose. Body armor is the common style for people who can afford it.

"My home is further to the north, in a canyon. It's nicer there... closer to nature." What remains of it, anyway.

From here it's just a matter of passing through the West End to where their chariot awaits.