"Ahhh, listen to us, deriding it all! Ugly as it is, at least it's a change of scenery, and isn't likely anyone here's going to give half a dead rat's arse about us one way or the other. Also the drabwurld's only purveyor of spermicidal contraception, bless what imps and fairies were mad enough to thieve this place."

She laughed, nudging her shoulder to his, clearly pleased by this esteem... and took the stairs two and three at a time, eyes glinting as if she might challenge him to race her the last leg. At the bottom of the stairs, another wide avenue of neon-glowing shops. It was louder here, undamaged by the attack, and the bright directional signs hanging from the ceiling indicated directions for bathrooms, restaurants, theatre.