"Not really sure." He admitted, trying his best to recall if his father had ever explained or if one of those late night terminal broadcasts had ever featured an episode on cabbage. Just on straight deduction, it was something that was eaten or at least chewed. Beyond that, he didn't really know. A question for a Martian from Gannymede who tended to livestock and food stuffs; It wasn't the knowledge base for an academy flunk out who took to law enforcement and mushroom flavored brews. Cutting through Tycho was as easy as following the trail of neon flashing lights. The causeway between well-off and downtrodden could be measured in the wattage of the bulbs or the consistency of the green and purple LED flashing lights. They were looking for something a bit lower on the rungs, a halfway house for those just plopping out from a hot-bunk berth and looking for the bare essentials. Clean sheets, a bed to themselves, and a shower with a favorable water ration. So not too low on the rung. While a no-tell-motel could suit their purposes, that was the sort of place where questions were answered if the proper palms were lined. They'd need a bit more discretion, so their path took them half way to the roulette tables and new yen arcades. What they found was something that stunk of appropriation and offered a halfhearted attempt at concealing the nature of the motel. It was tropical themed with a flair for the metropolitan; incense burning in the dimly lit corners gave off the impression of middle eastern flares. New Beirut, without all the fireworks. It was an attempt, even if it was poor. "Need a room." Luka managed out, tracing the brass tinsel across the ceiling with a skeptical eye. The woman, olive skinned and raven haired, returned the skeptical expression with one of her own. Tapping on the counter-top with oddly immaculate fingernails, her finely manicured eyebrows lifted with expectation. "How will you be paying." "Chips." Most reputable spots weren't big on that form of currency; it made things difficult to track in the event of damages. But given the proximity to many gambling establishments, Luka had it on good authority that deals were sorted out to make lodging a bit more accommodating for the patrons who hadn't yet cashed out. And that intel paid off as the woman starting working on the terminal to set up the room. Turning to Levi, Luka nodded to one of the lounge chairs. "Those look comfortable..." He assumed a bit better construction than a common dining room table.