Author's Note:
I apologize for no dialogue between characters yet. I am hoping to start having characters speak to each other; time is still compacting on me to figure out what exactly these characters might say to each other, even if I have an idea how they may act. Enjoy.
The Citadel.
What an amazing place. Jun had never thought of seeing such a massive structure in his life. Nor was he prepared to see aliens. In fact, none of them were. The diversity, colors, the species...and the lens flare, who could forget the lens flare? The Citadel was one majestic piece of civilization, almost comparable to tales of the city of Atlantis.
Upon leaving the dock, Jun had stared a good few moments with his jaw almost open, almost getting himself in trouble for staring at a group of turians. Yukari seemed to draw eyes to her especially, namely to how she dressed. All were a strange sight to behold, but after awhile the staring seemed to stop except for a noted handful at times.
The threesome found their way to the Presidium Commons a good while later. Siesta was still a bit uneasy about her surroundings, but was grateful that Jun hadn't left her back on the ship. She clung to his arm a little, eyes taking in the sights around her. Yukari seemed to tag along by his side for a good while, but would wander off after gaining a bit of confidence.
Siesta convinced Jun to get himself a new set of clothes with a small amount of money they found in a locker. She insisted that he didn't walk around in a uniform that would attract attention; after cooperatively consulting with a salarian shopkeeper, Jun got himself a spiffy and rugged brown trousers, a whtie long-sleeve t-shirt, and a slim black leather jacket. He looked more rugged, losing the "luster" that his uniform gave him.
There were many more things to see, but the threesome were coming to a sad realization; they needed money. Luka had warned them to get back within a certain timeframe as well. So they all trudged back to the Concorde at the docking bay.