"Rampant chemical storms back home. The clouds are a beautiful, technicolor nightmare," Delta shrugs as he takes the airlock point in stride. "Exposure to even the smallest bit of the gases can be fatal. Everything is hermetically sealed. I've... I've never seen so much plant-material in my life."

Domes would have been wise, but the megacorps didn't care to spend money on it. Nor did the rich. They rarely left their skyscrapers and travel tubes high above the streets. The undercities were supposed to be safer, but... well, they had their own problems.

"Of course. Foxtrot and Wrath. Intriguing names," he muses before gesturing them toward the nearest building, the hotel. Where better to start the search? "The twins will likely be dressed in blue and yellow, they are five and will likely have their helmets still on, so I won't bother describing them. They will answer to Eta and Iota. The other is Theta, he's twelve and he'll be in purple. If he's got his helmet off, and he might, he'll have curly hair and you'll be able to see his hearing aids, which are also purple."