Security won out over society, and Chase decided to set out across Terminal toward what passed for civilization, and eventually his apartment. As he left the Port Authority building for the hustle of the city, the street drek and the humidity rushed at him together. A pair of trickers wearing half-concealed Sister's Sinister colors bounced up as he stepped out into the harsh, late-summer sun. He kept moving, but eyed them skeptically over his sunglasses.