With the scorching heat of the sun bearing down upon him, River could only curse his luck as he trudged along with his 'group' - if it could even be called that. It was a small group of 4, himself included, that had wound up sticking together after a particularly dangerous encounter in the Bronx. River knew he was lucky to have gotten away the way he had, and while he didn't feel particularly 'safe' with his new companions, he knew it was better than nothing. Still, he was paranoid. As most in his situation would be; he didn't know these people aside from a brief exchange of names, but they were familiar with one another. They were a group - and he was, undoubtedly, the odd man out. Not only was he quite outnumbered, he was also unarmed which also added to his paranoia. Which meant the only thing he could do was trust in the kindness of strangers, and doing that was just begging for trouble. "So, where are you guys heading?" He inquired as they cautiously made it down the deserted street, though the lack of people didn't necessarily mean they were alone. "The Kidd - Safest place that's close by." An older, quite gruff man replied with a grunt. He reminded River a lot of his father - angry and old, not much for talking. Though, River could only wonder if the man was as psychotic as his father - that was the real question. "Ah, right." River replied and instantly regretted it when one of the other members of the group, a lanky man who seemed to be missing half of his teeth, glanced at him and River averted his gaze to the ground. The fact he didn't know they were going to The Kidd let them know too much. The very fact he didn't have even the slightest clue of where they would be heading obviously had to tip them off on the fact he wasn't a local. And outsiders travelling alone never fared well. "Say, kidth, where ya fromth?" The lanky man asked and River could feel himself getting nervous."The South, righth? You haveth the accenth. My oldth lady was fromth there." The man recounted with a broken smile on his face. "Yeah." River replied awkwardly, not even noticing he was speaking with an accent. He had tried so hard, for so long, to not speech with a southern accent, but whenever he got nervous he couldn't concentrate enough to talk 'normal' as his father called it. "Not much for words." The last member of the group said. He was the one River was most wary of - not only did he have an entire foot on River, which was impressive considering the teen was around 6'2 the last time he checked, but it was almost like the guy's muscles had muscles. Looking to the bulky man, River's eyes automatically drifted to the large trunk-like case the man had hefted on his shoulder. On one hand, River wanted to know what was inside of it, but on the other he knew not minding his own business would be the quickest way to get hurt. "Uh, yeah..." River said awkwardly before looking away. The rest of the trip was spent in silence as they focused on reaching their destination and River could only wonder what hell 'The Kidd' even was. Stepping into a building that was barely standing, the group quickly ascended up to the top. Stepping through a door, River was caught off guard when he saw there was a bridge connecting the building to a large ship, the words "U.S.S. Kidd" engraved on the hull of the ship. "Is that...?" His words died as he followed them across the bridge. "The Kidd. Biggest trading post this side of the Hudson." The older man replied. "It has everything you need - so long as you can afford it. Food, somewhere to sleep. But don't cross the Warden or else you'll find yourself in deep shit." He added and River nodded as they got closer to the ship. With his hands in his pockets, River could only walk around like a fish out of water, too overwhelmed by the massive amount of people present to even really catch his bearings. He had, somehow, found himself in the massive marketplace where a majority of the trading was done. "What shit have I gotten myself into this time...?" He inquired under his breath.