Neptune strolled around the "street", looking at the small buildings that made up the settlement. He took note every day of the fact that this place could look better, but at the same time, the place looked better than many of the places he had seen out there. Plus, for as long as he had been here at least, there hadn't been hardly any conflict. The place showed signs of having relatively little recent battles. That either meant that this place was in a geographic sweet spot that made it undesirable or unnoticeable to the ill-willed people out there, ot they had een lucky. And luck only lasts so far.

Neptune looked over at a pair of men hanging out in front of the bar. One of hem he recognized as a regular to the establishment, but the other guy he didn't know. The guy did give him a look that a criminal would have given a cop before the apocalypse. Neptune caught the look and decided to stop by and check things out. "Stan," he said with a nod.

"I've told you time and time again, I hate when people shorten my name. It's Stanislaus," replied the man Neptune recognized.

"Stan's just easier. I'm sure you understand, Stan. Who's your friend?"

"He's no one. Just a passerby asking for directions."

"I see... Well, good talking to you." Neptune said, walking away once more. The guy had either a problem with authority ir something he was trying to hide. Hopefully it is the former, but keeping an eye on a suspicious character gave him something to do. He decided not to go to far and wait.