"Main station," she answered. A part of her wanted to sit down near a plain canvas of earth and draw it for him. Circles to represent the stations, their names written beside them. But Raven didn't know all the facts, despite being within influential circles now. She sometimes wondered if Sinclair knew the true story of how Unity Day came to be himself.

She kept walking, inhaling deeply through her nose to only release it in a long sigh. She'd never get over the air and how it didn't taste so recycled, but she missed space. Tilting her head up at the sky, she narrowed her eyes against the dull brightness of the day. "You know how wolves have an alpha? They were the leader of the pack. Are, I guess. I don't know if that's true anymore."

Looking ahead, she continued, "Alpha's all the important people, I guess. You've got those in your world, right?"