It had been too long since she'd had a real rest. Her old Jeep Lightning was in desperate need of maintenance, although at this point calling it a Jeep anything was just nostalgia. Her Jeep had been rebuilt countless times and most of its parts were made from scrap metal and salvaged tech from wrecks. It was built to last but still always sounded like it was minutes from falling to pieces. Assorted panels of different alloys and materials were a testemant to it's patchwork assembly. Still it was hers and most lone salvagers didn't have their own vehicle. 

She cruised down the highway passing a charge station and a young human male on her way in to the city. Something about him caught her eye as she drove past. He looked to be close to his late twenties maybe thrity and by his gear she could tell that he was probably a salvager like her. Humans were good at adapting to change, it was something she envied about them. Most Azurians didn't see past their own caste and an unmarked low-born like T'Lora was just dust in the wind to the aristocrats back home. People on Earth looked at you differently. It didn't matter where you were born or what clan you happened to belong to here. Everyone was just trying to get by in their own way, even if that way meant preying on the weak. 

She passed a lot of houses on her way to the open market and even passed a bar. It wasn't anything special and was only noteworthy because it was the only building on the street that looked like an actual building instead of the rusted aluminum siding that most of the homes were made of. At least now she knew where to go when she wanted to get drunk.