"Dorsey Park," said Delphia, slowing through the traffic and pulling the Elite up to the curb. The vehicle nearly dislodged a dozing ork slotmachine girl with frizzled green hair from her precarious perch on a busted parking meter. The lounging locals stared at the slickmobile invading their turf, but didn’t approach it. Just the opposite. Many of them started to saunter away, casual but quick.